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Waking Up

By: 2sweetforu



I know you'll read this when I'm finished. You always read what I write and that's okay, I like knowing you enjoy the erotic side of me. I'm not sure if you know what these feelings inside me are all about or what makes them flare up but it's very simple. It's you....the thought of you, the essence of you, the scent of you. It's almost something primal, the need to touch you and feel your excitement grow and hear your breathing change. It's feeling goose bumps rise to the surface of your skin and knowing they're there because of me and what I'm doing to you that excites me. 

With that excitement comes the need to be touched by you, tasted by you and to taste your lips on mine. This morning is still fresh in my memory, how I woke up laying next to you and watched you as you slept. The curve of your lips and your chest rising and falling slowly as you were sleeping started that familiar feeling of desire between my legs and I let those feelings lead me. My hand slipped under the covers and began a slow trek across your chest, fingers slowly circling each small tender nipple before moving down slowly towards your stomach. 

My hand finds that tender area just between the hip bone and the stomach and I move lower to the insides of your thighs and the most sensitive part of your body. I want you to wake up slowly so I only let my fingers graze over you, barely touching at all but not enough to tickle you. You're semi hard, which means you'll be waking up soon, and I'll take advantage before you jump out of bed to start your day. 

I slowly pull the sheet lower to give me more access and my hand gently begins to lift your swollen member as I shift myself to take you into my mouth. I feel you move slightly and don't even pause to see if you're awake or not, that's no longer an issue. I feel the smooth skin of your hardness pass over my lips and tongue and let my tongue circle and explore every minute detail. 

This morning I'm your alarm clock, and I feel you begin to move and respond to my mouth around you and your hand moves to tangle your fingers in my hair. Your hips rise and fall with each stroke and you strain to reach the breast closest to you so I move to the side so you can reach. Your fingers rolling, pinching and kneading the nipple as it grows hard between your fingers and I feel my muscles tighten, wanting you inside me, wanting to feel you fill me and the heat you bring with you.

I let your hips move you deeper into my mouth and throat for a few minutes longer before I pull away and strip the covers back from you. Straddling your body with my legs I push my hips forward and spread my lips around your hardness as it lays across your stomach. Moving forward and backward I can send you sliding between my lips and across my clit in what feels delicious this early in the morning. Our most sensitive parts are touching without you inside me, just slipping across the top of you with my lips and my button pushing myself towards the top and using you as my toy. Your hands move to my hips and you grind up and against me, watching and knowing what you're doing to me and taking it all in. Everything is getting slippery with my juices and my hand slides down to let a finger get wet and move it back to my own lips to taste and smell the sweetness I know I'll find there. 

Without warning or any notice the orgasm hits me and starts my thighs to shake against you and my back to arch as my body stiffens. A low moan escapes my lips and you pull me down towards you to kiss me deeply and passionately as the waves subside to a dull throb. You guide yourself up and to my opening and with one quick move you're inside me, causing me to pull back from the kiss and gasp in pleasure. 

Deeper and deeper you plunge your hardness inside me and my muscles grab and squeeze tightly around you, wanting to somehow hold you there and keep us together as long as possible. You reach down and grab my bottom with both hands and drive deep and hard as I feel you explode inside me. That warmth spreading across my stomach as I feel the head spasm and throb and you hold me still for a moment as the feeling of tenderness passes and you ease up to embrace me and push the hair out of my eyes. Such a warm smile spreads on your face I can't help but smother your cheeks with kisses before rolling over and kicking you out of bed so you can shower first and I can spread out on the mattress and hog all the covers. Every day should begin like this.

Waking Up



I was lost in my own thoughts until Marie squeezed my arm and pointed out a fox.

It saw us and darted into the bracken, startling a blackbird, which flapped wildly into a birch tree.

These nearly wordless walks through the birch woods on Sunday mornings were our joyful secret. We'd rise early and peep through the bedroom curtains, hoping for a pink sunrise. But even if the sky were still grey and drowsy, we'd still silently put on our walking clothes and sneak out of the flat, leaving our sleeping kids, shutting the door quietly so as not to wake them.

We rarely varied our route. We'd got to know every tree stump, every stone and bush along the way. So when Marie stooped to pick up a stick of birch I knew what she was doing:  There was a muddy stream ahead that was hard to cross without the water getting into our boots. Every week we'd lay another little branch across the stream to help us cross.

The birch stick was a little small, I thought. I looked around and spotted a great beech trunk, nearly fifty feet long, which had fallen in the recent storms.  It lay on the earth like a slain dragon.

Stretching my arms around it at one end, I dragged it across the stream.

I helped Marie up onto it. She perched on top of it, smiling. But her expression slowly turned to terror when she realized what I'd just done.

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Later that day I lay on the sofa in the living room, drowsing in front of the TV. The afternoon sun poured through the window. The flat was quiet; the kids were out at friends.  I'd muted the sound on the TV, and all I could hear was the distant roar of traffic and the gentle pinking of the radiator pipes. The heating had come on automatically; it must be cold out, I thought.

Marie entered and stood over me, blocking out the sun. Her face was in shadow.

"Here. I made you cocoa."

Hot cocoa in a warm house on a sunny Winter's afternoon.

I sat up and took the cocoa. She sat down next to me on the sofa.  We sipped together. I put a hand on her knee. It felt nice.

She had firm, dancer's legs, which she liked to show off with short dresses or tight pants. She sometimes worried that she was getting a little old to dress in this way. She'd made me promise to warn her if she were starting to look ridiculous.  I assured her she had nothing to worry about.

I stroked her leg. Her black tights were deliciously smooth and slippery. My hand moved higher.

"When are the kids back?" I asked.

She turned to me and smiled. "Not for a couple of hours."

We looked into each others eyes. Two old friends, two old lovers. We knew each others' thoughts and bodies better than our own.

"Here," I said. "You've got cocoa on your face."

I tried to wipe it off with a finger. But it didn't come off. There was a box of tissues by the sofa. I leaned over and took one. I turned back to Marie. The cocoa stain had grown. It covered half her face. She was weeping.

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Marie wandered up into a clump of bracken. I waited for her to rejoin me. She sat down, so all that I could see of her was her head and shoulders peeping above the foliage.

"Are you having a pee?" I called.

She laughed.

"No. Come and lie down. It's soft. And cool."

The sunlight played on the birch leaves. Gnats drifted like dust particles in the air. In spite of the gentle Summer breeze, I felt hot and listless.  I waded through the ferns and lay down beside her. I rested my head in her lap and stared up at the bright patchwork of blue and green overhead.  In the distance, dogs were barking merrily.

I took off my tee shirt. I lay back and closed my eyes.

I felt something tickling me. Marie was playing a leaf of bracken over my chest.  Gently she raised my head and lay it on down on the ground. She climbed onto me and straddled me. I caressed her thighs. She started gyrating slowly. She arched her body and removed her top. I held her waist while she undid her bra.

"Suck my tits." She bent over me. She teased me with her breasts, keeping her nipples just out of reach of my lips. She sighed and pressed them down onto my face, and I sucked at them hungrily. I ran my fingers down her back, kneaded and manipulated her ass. She rubbed her groin against my bursting hard-on.

She put her lips close to mine. "Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just close them."

I closed my eyes. I could feel her breath on my face. She kissed my nose, my lips. I felt something wet on my cheek. I opened my eyes.  She was crying.

"Babe, what is it? What is it?"

A leaf of bracken had bent over, and obscured her face. I raised a hand to push it out of the way. But it wasn't bracken, it was something on her cheek. A tattoo.

"When did you get that?"

I touched it. It felt lumpy, mottled.

"Don't you like it?" she asked through her tears.

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We hurried through the woods. There was a simultaneous flash of lightning and crack of thunder. We increased our pace, almost breaking into a run. The raindrops were huge, and hurt as they struck us.

I was disoriented.

"Where's the stream!?" 

"I don't know. Down here, I think!" Marie headed off away from the path. I followed her.

We found the stream. It had turned into a river. Our little bridge of sticks had been completely washed away.

We would have to ford across.

Two white dogs, terrified by the thunder, bolted across our path.

A deep, unearthly hum. I felt the hairs on my body stand on end.

A blinding flash, a deafening crash.

"Marie! MARIE!!" A giant beech tree had caught fire. There was a groaning, tearing sound as it swayed and toppled.

We heard a screaming howl, which faded to a whimper.

I found the bodies of the dogs. One was dead, the other lay beside it, breathing quickly and lightly. It was trapped under a branch of the tree.

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I awoke. We were still lying in the bracken. Maria stood watching me, crying.

No.

I awoke on the sofa in the living room. I called to Marie. She stood, a cup of cocoa in her hand.

No.

I was in a hospital bed.

I was dimly aware of a doctor's voice telling me I was due for another shot of morphine.

"Where's my wife? Where's Marie?"

"I'm here, darling."

"The storm. I remember... two white dogs. Under the tree."

"There weren't any dogs, babe. God. God I'm so glad you've woken up."

Slowly I looked around me.

Marie, my beautiful Marie, was sitting by me. Her face was a hideous, grimacing mask, half covered with a brown scar.

"The emergency surgeons did what they could, but they said my cheek had been broken in too many places. They kept saying how lucky I was not to have smashed my skull."

Her crying eyes were the only part of her face I recognized.

END



Waking Up



Her eyes are closed. She is dreaming about him. She wants sex. She wants to be made love to. She wants to be fucked hard. She wants it to be sweet. She wants it to be nasty. All she knows is that she wants him.

Her eyes are closed. Slowly she feels a hand cup her warm breast. Tenderly rubbing her nipples, gently squeezing. His warm hands softly rub her stomach, over her arms, up to her face. His lips meet the back of her neck, licking, kissing her ear. His strong, warm hands reach down and play with her clitoris. Leisurely rubbing. Already moist in anticipation. She can feel his rock hard cock urgently pressing into her back. Wetness on her back. She is enjoying the feeling of the smoothness of the cock rubbing up and down, drenching her back in his wetness. She goes to roll over, to kiss him good morning, but he affectionately holds her still. He wants to take her from behind. She wants to feel the warmth of his chest on her back. 

Her eyes remain closed. He continues to teasingly, gently, softly touch her body all over. Almost tickling. The feeling is both exquisite and torture. She is enjoying feeling the touch of his hands on her body and doesn't want it to end. But she also wants to feel him inside her. She wants to be made love to. She wants to be fucked hard. She wants his cock in her pussy. She wants his cock in her mouth. She wants his cock up her ass. She wants all of him. She wants it now!!

He senses her wants. She starts to open her eyes. "Close them," he says. He knows she wants him but he is enjoying the tease. He spreads her legs slightly and places the wet head of his hard cock over the entrance to her pussy. She tries to push herself back on him but he pulls away. Again he places his cock over her pussy hole, and again she can't control her urge to push back on him and have him inside her. Again he moves back. For the third time, he moves his cock near her hole. She realises his game. As he starts to push his cock gently inside, she moves slightly and tilts her pelvis. The next thing he knows, his hard wet cock is entering her ass.

She feels his shock and surprise, and is enjoying being in control of his game. He is gently probing his cock into her ass. She knows that he is trying not to come. She knows he is enjoying the naughtiness of it all, the tightness of it all, the nastiness of it all. She grabs hold of the bedhead and slams her ass back onto his cock. Harder. Deeper. Faster. She can't get him deep enough into her ass. It feels as though it is as far in as it could possibly go.

He reaches around and starts grabbing her clit, fingering her, squeezing her breasts hard. She knows he is going to come soon and that he is trying to help her come first. With his fingers inside her pussy and his cock up her ass, she begins to frantically rub her clit. She can feel it building. He is pounding his cock harder and harder up her ass, yet she still wants harder and deeper. She wants to come hard with his cock up her ass. She wants to feel him come hard up her ass.

He can feel her body start to shudder. He can feel her pussy pulsating around his fingers. He can feel her ass start to tense and pulsate. He can hear her screaming. He can feel himself start to come. He can feel himself shooting his load hard up her ass. 

She can feel her whole body start to tingle. She can feel her pussy dripping wet, pulsating around his fingers. She can feel her ass pulsating around his cock. She grips the bedhead hard and screams. It's massive. Her body is shaking. She can sense an urgency in him. She feels him shoot his come up her ass. Hard.

He leans over and looks at her. She looks happy. Satisfied. She opens her eyes. She looks into his eyes. Happily she realised she hadn't been dreaming. She had beat him at his own game, but really they were both winners. What a brilliant way to wake up - like a dream come true!!



Waking Up



Lying in bed still mostly asleep, I feel your body wrapped protectively around mine, warming me. Eyes closed, I take in the sensations slowly. Your breath warm and moist on my neck. Our legs tangled together. Your arm loose around my waist. I slowly slide my hand up to cover yours where it lightly cups my breast. I snuggle deeper into you, breathing in your masculine scent, and feel you beginning to harden against me. I feel your chest expand against my back as you breathe deeply, tickling my ear as you exhale. I slowly move my hips back against you as I feel myself getting wet, hearing your soft moan vibrate against my ear. Your hand begins to lightly squeeze my breast, my nipple hardening against your palm. Your tongue slides out along my neck, tasting, teeth nibbling. The hair on your leg is rough between the smoothness of my thighs as you slide it slowly forward to rub against my wetness. I feel a spreading of my juices along my thighs as you slide your leg out from between mine allowing your hardness to slip down between my now moist thighs. Your hand is rough against my skin as it glides down to splay across my stomach, holding me still, as you slowly slide into me. My head pushes back against your neck, my face turning toward yours to look into your eyes, as I feel every inch of you slowly entering my tight channel. Tongues reach out to mate as you fill me, stretching me. My muscles flex tight around your thickness as you bury yourself deep inside me, my moans vibrating inside your mouth.

Your eyes find mine as you lift your head to watch me while you begin slowly pulling back out, gliding smoothly inside me. My eyes close again as I feel your tongue wet along my neck, moving upward to suck my earlobe into your mouth, your teeth nibbling around my ear. Your hand slides down my belly to my swollen lips, your fingers against my clit matching the slow, smooth rhythm of your cock sliding in and out of me. My hand runs back over your thigh, your hair tickling my palm, to rest there holding you tight against me. We lie still for long minutes, breathing deeply, the only movement your hips sliding your hardness slowly in and out of my tight, wet hole with long, slow thrusts. Your lips move against my shoulder and neck, kissing, biting, tasting my skin. My hand rubs against the back of your thigh, feeling your hair against my palm. Our soft moans the only sound.

You lick down my neck, biting me gently along the way to my shoulder, moving your hips a little faster, a little harder, thrusting faster, harder inside me, as you feel me grip you tighter, getting wetter. Your fingers against my clit match the rhythm of our hips. My hand grips your thigh tighter, hips push back against you, to feel you thrusting deeper. My face again turns back toward you, kissing along your jaw, eyes looking into yours. Your hand is rough against my skin as you slide it down my thigh and along the inside, lifting it back over your hip, turning my body slightly as you thrust deeper, harder. Our breathing matches the quickening rhythm of our hips. Your lips against mine, tongues meet, hot and wet. I gently suck your tongue into my mouth, teeth scraping against it. Your lips glide against the front of my throat as you shift your body above mine.

Your hand caresses along the inside of my thigh, lifting, as you turn me onto my back. Your cock slowly slides almost out of me as you raise my leg above you to lay it gently on your shoulder. You lift my other leg to your other shoulder so that my knees are pressed into my breasts. My hands reach up to cup your cheeks, your beard rough against my palms. I watch your face as you hold yourself still above me, your body warm as it lowers to mine. I pull you down into me as my mouth opens over yours, tongue sliding inside to taste, my fingers running through your hair. Your hands slide under my arms to wrap around the tops of my shoulders, tightly holding me in place, as you begin to thrust harder, deeper inside me. My muscles squeeze around you, getting wetter as my orgasm builds, clenching you tightly inside me. My nails bite into your back, my tongue slides over your shoulder to the curve of your neck where I nibble, biting and sucking gently. I slide my tongue up your neck to your ear, around your ear, sucking and nibbling, while my moans vibrate inside your ear. My hips rise up to meet you thrust for thrust, my muscles flex around your cock as the first wave hits me. Crying out, my body arches up into you, hips bucking, as you thrust hard and deep inside me. You seem to stretch me even further as my muscles clench tightly around you.

As I come down, you gently kiss me, nibbling my lips. My hands run through your hair, holding your head, as I deepen the kiss, tongues thrusting, our muffled moans filling each others mouth. I feel you inside me, stretching me, filling me, getting harder, thicker, as your orgasm builds. Your hips slam into mine with long hard thrusts, pushing me deep into the mattress. Eyes locked on each other, my nails biting into your upper arms, I cry out. My legs shake against your shoulders as my second orgasm begins. My muscles squeeze tightly around you, clenching, milking you, until I feel you start to cum, shooting stream after stream inside me. I feel you filling me as you thrust hard and deep, emptying inside me. Your moans fill the air.

Still inside me, softening a little but not completely, you lower my legs, kissing me softly, nibbling around my lips and jaw. Your hands slide out from under my shoulders to reach up and cup my face, my hands circling your wrists. Your eyes on mine as your head lowers toward my face. Lips meet in a gentle, light kiss. Tongues meet, tasting, savoring. You lower your body over mine careful to shift most of your weight off of me, our breathing slower, hands move slowly over each other, touching, soothing. Mouths nibble and kiss necks and shoulders, your weight comforting as it pushes me deeper into the mattress. Arms around each other, mouths against skin, we both slowly drift back to sleep.



Waking Up



Before my eyes even fluttered open, I felt his fingertips brush against the side of my breast. I didn't want to move and spoil his fun. He loved to wake me up in his own special way. So, I laid there, basking in the glory of his touch. His fingers moved down my side, gently tickling my soft flesh. I felt him move closer to me, pressing himself against the swell of my bottom.  

He tugged at my shoulder, rolling me onto my back. His right leg insinuated itself between my thighs as he cupped my left breast with his hand. I opened my eyes slightly and smiled up at him. His mouth descended on me, drawing my nipple between his lips. I brought my hand up and cupped the back of his head. He sucked ravenously at my hardening nipple until it was painfully erect and sensitive. Then, he moved his hand downward toward my mound, pressing just hard enough to make my breath catch in my throat. 

His fingers pressed between the folds of delicate flesh, finding the tiny nub of my clitoris. My back arched as he rubbed it. His teeth grazed my tender nipple and I let out a throaty moan. He released my aching nipple and shifted his body. There above me was the man I loved. The man who gave me goose bumps just by walking into the room. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but he silenced me with a kiss. I knew then that he only wanted to hear pleasure, not words. I gave in and looked into his warm brown eyes. He smiled down at me and moved slowly down my body until he was nestled between my thighs. I could feel his breath on my skin and the heat of his body as he pulled my legs up over his shoulders. He lifted me just enough to slide his pillow under my bottom.

He had me just where he wanted me. I was fully exposed to him. I closed my eyes and reveled in the moment. His tongue slid over my clit and I shuddered. My body quaked as he began to suckle and flick my aching nub. His arms wrapped around my thighs and his hands rested on my belly, holding me in place. His embrace was inescapable. 

I felt liquid, fluid, as if my body was made of quicksilver and would never be solid again. Nothing existed but our bodies. His tongue stroked me languidly, eliciting the most sensual of reactions. I could hear the roar of my blood as it flowed through my veins like a freight train. Then suddenly, I felt the explosive force of my first orgasm. His mouth sucked harder and faster as the flow of sweetness filled his hungry mouth.

He didn't stop there. A few moments later another orgasm, more intense than the first, rocked my body. He was determined and deliberate with each masterful flick of his exquisite tongue. I was writhing in his embrace, my intellect replaced by pure pleasure-driven instinct. I moaned with delight as each successive orgasm exploded from me and filled his greedy mouth.

I gripped the back of his head, pressing him against me. He sucked harder and faster, bringing me to yet another orgasm. Part of me wanted him to stay between my thighs. But another part of me wanted him to fill me. He released my swollen clit and moved upward. I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue.

I reached down between us and wrapped my fingers around his manhood. My fingers grazed the head and were met with sticky approval. He groaned with need. My only thought was to please him, to satisfy his every desire. I gently nibbled his chin as my hand stroked up and down his rigid shaft. He looked into my eyes and I knew exactly what he needed.

I urged him onto his back without a word. He cupped my breasts as I straddled him. Slowly, I eased myself down onto him. I watched his face as he filled me. He held his breath for a moment, savoring the quivering, silken flesh that surrounded his cock. I leaned forward, nipples dangling over his mouth, and started to move. 

I rocked back and forth, my nipples brushing against his lips. His hands moved to my hips. I began arching my back and then pressing my hips forward with each beautiful thrust. His eyes closed and his grip on me tightened. There was no frenzy, only slow, deliberate, arching movements. And from the look on his face, he was enjoying every sweet second of it. 

I stared into his eyes as his fingers dug into the flesh of my sides, urging me on. His body tensed and I felt him explode inside me. Then, a split second later, my insides convulsed with another orgasm. He smiled as my muscles twitched around his shaft. Finally, after our orgasms subsided, I collapsed against him.

He smiled against my ear and whispered, "Good morning, baby girl."

© AmyBell aka briansboobear 01/11/06



Waking Up



Somewhere between the line of sleep and consciousness, I can hear the birds beginning to chirp outside. I struggle against the pull of waking, not wanting to leave my dream, still so real in my mind, knowing that once I awake it will more than likely be lost forever. I can hear you breathing next to me, slow and steady. Recognizing the futility of sleep, I open my eyes to look at you. I love watching you sleep, the calmness on your face, wondering if you're dreaming of me, and this morning is no exception. You've turned on your side, facing me, one arm slung over my back, one leg resting on mine. I smile gently as I watch your chest rise and fall, careful not to move as I know you'll awaken. 

So I lay there on my stomach, arms up over my head on the pillow; grinning as I realize that this is pretty much how I fell asleep last night, sated from our lovemaking. Carefully I lift my hands from the pillow and flex my wrists, barely remembering when you released them. Focusing my attention back on your face, my gaze traces the contours of your skin...around your eyelids...your eyebrows...your cheekbones...finally resting on your parted lips. I close my eyes again, sighing deeply as I mentally bathe your skin with soft kisses. Soon my breathing is steady as I drift off back to sleep.

My dreams this time are vivid. I feel your hands brushing the hair away from my face and neck as you lean down over me, nuzzling the skin just below my ear. I can hear my sighs and feel my body shifting... responding to your hands roaming over my backside...leaving not even an inch untouched. I can hear your low deep groan in my ear as your hand slides lower, across my ass cheeks, along the crack...lower still pressing against my tight puckered hole. My breathing becomes labored as I hear you groan again...my hips rotating instinctively to your massaging fingers. Fingers that spread wide, reaching down further... briefly sliding along my silken lips before slipping between them, spreading them with two fingers, while another finds my sleeping nub, gently brushing over it. I can feel your teeth on my earlobe...tugging. Your body pressed against my side...your cock hard against my hip. I feel you drag your thumb from my anus, sliding just the tip into me...sliding back and forth slowly, My head lifts from the pillow as I attempt to push back against your fingers, but you pull them away realizing my intent. I whimper at the loss of your touch...grinding my hips. I hear your voice whispering, taunting me...asking me if I want more. My brain is screaming YES!!! I want more, but the only sounds you hear are more insistent whimpers.

I feel you move away from me, and I cry out feebly while attempting to reach out to pull you back. Instantly, my hand is caught and returned to its mate still resting above my head. I sigh in relief, knowing that you haven't left, the sigh catches in my throat as your hand captures both wrists...holding them tight. There is no movement, no sound except for the sound of my heart pounding, no touch except your fingers encasing my wrists. Time has no meaning in my dream for it seems like an eternity we remain like this. I flex my fingers attempting to rake at the pillow- grasp at it, but there is only air. Suddenly, your hand connects with my ass cheek- my head flies up and back. Another quickly follows on the other cheek. A low growl of frustration fills the room, as I attempt to shift my hips preparing for the ache and flood of juices that will soon follow. I let my head fall back to the pillow, my breaths short and ragged, my hair fallen back in front of my face. Somewhere deep within me, I can feel the embers catch and the fire begins to rage. Your hand caresses my stinging cheeks, slowly melting the pain away. I lift my head again as I feel your cock pressing into me, slipping between my wet folds...your fingers still holding my wrists, your free hand sweeping under me, grasping my breast in your hand pulling me tight against you body...pressing me to the mattress...quickly you thrust, driving your cock deep into me....pressing back against you....needing to feel all of you inside me. You grind your pelvis against my ass, ensuring that my pussy has taken your entire cock, you begin rocking your hips...slow easy strokes...

Your mouth again at my ear...taunting me...growling with each demanding thrust...telling me how much you enjoy your slut's body- taking from me all that you want, knowing that I'm here for your pleasure, knowing that I'm yours. Your words only fuel my desire to please you even more. Grinding my ass back against you, pulling your cock in deeper, clutching you tight within my walls. Our body's slick with sweat, slide effortlessly against each other. Straining against your grip on my wrists...pressing my tit tighter into your hand...urging you to take more with my motions and moans. Your thrusts drive long and deep, your cock driving into my womb, fingers rolling and pinching my nipples—sending me racing toward the edge. 

I hear your voice...deep and commanding telling me to cum on your cock...cum like a good slut should. You release my wrists, immediately I grasp at the sheets, my face buried in the pillow as you pound away at my pussy, stretching my lips tight around you. Your arm reaches across my chest holding my shoulder as you grind into me. You push me higher...holding my body as your grip... your fingers digging into my flesh...your cock taking more of me for your pleasure...giving so much back in return. Arching back my head reaching back against your shoulder as a scream erupts from deep within me, your voice in my ear urging me to scream for you...scream as your cock possesses me. My muscles twitch and convulse, holding your cock deep inside me. Feeling your cock pulsing...yelling out for you to fill me.

You hold me tight against you while my body convulses beneath yours...telling me you're not done...you have more for me...you will take more from me. As my spasms subside, I feel you withdraw. My juices dripping down my slit as you pull away from me. I clench my muscles down hard on your cock, trapping your head at the entrance. With a quick motion you pull completely out, garnering a snarl from me. You slide your hand from my tits, across my stomach reaching down between my thighs to rub my engorged hungry clit. Your fingers pull back the hood, exposing the tender sensitive flesh beneath, with each brush of your thumb, my entire body twitches. 

Soft moans escape from my lips as my body writhes and twists aching for your cock to slip inside me once again. Our bodies pressed tight together, your cock nestled in the crack of my ass. I can feel it pulse between us, immediately, a flush washes over skin. My thoughts race, as I know what you want from me. You want all of me for your own. Lowering my chin to my chest, I kiss your forearm, nipping at your skin, moaning as I feel another orgasm approaching quickly, murmuring yes over and over again, begging you not to stop. Hearing you tell me to hold back...not yet you demand. I try not to focus on the ecstasy and pleasure that you're giving me...trying to hold back. My body trembles uncontrollably, completely at your will. My voice barely a whisper between pants begging you for my release. I am barely able to hear your response back to me, unable to focus on anything but your fingers. I hear a scream from somewhere in the room, and realize that it came from me. Your words telling me to cum for you now, without hesitation my body erupts in a flame once again, the waves crash over me in rapid succession. Cries and whimpers filling the room. Your hand gently covers my mound as I tremble and quake for you.

I can feel you move, shifting your torso, pulling away from me. Supporting your weight on your arm that's holding me, I feel you press your cock head against my tight hole, pushing slowly through the resisting muscle...until your head breaks through. My lips press tight against your arm as I try to relax, absorbing the feel of your cock inside my ass...possessing the last remaining inch of me, making me yours...completely.

You gently push further...keenly aware of my responses, the slight tensing of my muscles, the sharp intake of breath...you pause briefly...only to push deeper...until your cock is seated deep in my tight ass. I can hear your low growl of pleasure as you begin to move within me...slowly... as if savoring each stroke. Soon my body responds in kind, rocking back against you...meeting each stroke...feeling your coarse hairs tickle my ass cheeks. My moans fill the room as I'm soon enraptured by this forbidden delicacy. 

Your hands slide up my arms... your fingers entwine with mine as our bodies work in unison. Your thrusts become deeper and harder. Our breathing quickly becomes fast and labored. Our lustful groans filling the room, as our pace quickens. I can feel my body beginning to soar again, amazed that you can bring me to that exquisite place yet again, without any other stimulation. Your lips whispering at my ear, telling me how wonderful my ass feels around your cock. As you thrust into me hard and deep you tell me that my ass is now yours you tell me, it cannot be given or used by another. Yet again you have me crying out...gripping your fingers in mine as if my life depended upon it. I soar higher and higher until I feel myself turn, and plummet, a freefall of emotion and excitement and wonderment. Instinctively my muscles tighten around you, trapping you within me. I hear a low growl in my ear as you grip my fingers and thrust even deeper. Your body taught as your cock explodes, sending stream after stream of your seed deep within my bowels. 

You collapse against me, your body envelops mine. I can feel our bodies shaking from the intensity we both experienced. Your heart beats hard against my back, both of us panting, chests heaving as we try to come back down to this earthly plane. Your cock still rooted in me, pulsing...feeding me the last of your cum. I shudder and deeply sigh, pulling your arms with mine under me, feeling you squeeze my body as your breathing returns to normal. Your lips caress my ear. I turn my head to the side, letting it fall helplessly to the pillow; a satisfied smile slowly appears on my face. Looking up at you from the corner of my eye, I see your satisfied smiling face looking down at me, leaning down to kiss my cheek whispering, "Good morning..." I pause for a moment, wondering exactly when I stopped dreaming and started living. 



Waking Up



Men don't make love to me. Men fuck me, and that's how I like it. I'm not one for all the romance and emotion, I just like the feel of a good hard strong man's body up against me. I know it's not very ladylike, but it's true.

Last night a man fucked me -- I woke up this morning with the bedsheets still damp with our sweat, the scent of sex filling the air, and him lying beside me, breathing gently. I lay still and looked down at my own body, my breasts gently rising and falling with each breath, the gentle curve of my belly disappearing under the warm duvet. Yes, I know I've got a few spare pounds here and there, especially around my arse and thighs, but it's not unhealthy -- I'm just heavy, and guts seem to like it. Last night, particularly -- he'd got my thighs, and had not been able to stop touching them -- stroking, kissing, slapping, licking, biting. Slim girls can't get things like that.

After the thighs he went down on me. He didn't need any encouragement -- there wasn't any need to beg him for it, no need to promise anything in return. He was good. Not the best, but he was trying. At first it was just kissing and kissing and kissing, but then he slipped his tongue between my lips, and his fingertips.

He's moving in his sleep. He looks so gentle, so innocent now. He's smiling a bit, and I want to run my finger over his sensitive lips. He's not bad looking really, seeing him now. There was a slight scratch down his face, and I wondered if it had been my fingernails. I knew he'd probably have his claw-marks in his back and his buttocks. I tend to have to hold on really tight, especially when things get a bit rough.

My injuries were less. I had a dull ache between my legs, and my breasts were hurting. They're big enough to swing around quite a bit, and they sometimes get quite sore. I think he must have been biting them harder than I remembered. I stroked my nipples gently, wondering if I should go to the bathroom and salve them with Savlon. But I quite liked the feeling -- I'd be okay until I had to put a bra on, and then they might rub a bit. 

Yesterday's clothes were strewn on the floor, like in a film. My t-shirt was over the end of the bed, my trousers entwined with his by the door. My panties were beside the bed, his boxers were somewhere. On the floor there were three condoms, all tied off, all used. He must have been saving up, cos they all seemed quite full. I knew he'd blown a load all over my chest too, when I was titfucking him, so three more seemed amazing. Usually I'd get them flushed away straight away, but I must have been so exhausted.

It's have past eight now. He'll wake up soon, and decide if he still wants me. I'm not bothered either way -- even if I am the fat girl his mates ridicule him for, I'll know he fucked me, and he enjoyed every last second of it.

So, three times. I try to piece the evening together. Getting home, undressing. I'd sat on the edge of the bed while he went down on me. Then I'd laid back, and pressing his cock between my boobs, letting him rock back and forth. I rub my neck, and feel the dry smear of when he'd first let it go.

Then something had happened. I look around the room and see the Champagne bottle at the foot of the bed. I say Champagne, I mean Cava. He'd opened it, I think, and we'd drunk some, straight from the bottle. Maybe that's my my memories are a bit hazy. I know he took me from behind at one point. Not anal, but doggy-style, as we used to call it. I remember him thrusting up against my buttocks, which felt really cold against his warm skin, and really wide compared to the tautness of his body. I remember him reaching down to steady my boobs, and grabbing them when he came. I didn't feel like faking, so just stayed there, on my hands and knees, until he recovered.

"Ohgod," he said, "I just couldn't help myself -- you are so perfect".

He lay back on the bed, and I mounted him, kneeling over his flaccid cock as soon as he had replaced the condom. I like being in control, so just started grinding my pussy down against him, feeling him harden. He reached up, and held my hips, gently. My hand guided him in, and I saw him bite his lip.

"Let's see if you can last a bit longer this time?" I said.

Although he was good, I've known guys who've done a lot more with a lot less. Once I was in control it was easy: setting a rhythm that suited me, pausing to tantalise him. I tried staring into his eyes, but he was too distracted by watching my bouncing breasts. He was big, and seemed to be getting even bigger inside me. I saw him bite his lip again, and increased the rhythm, the depth, the angle.

I thought I should a let fake one. A little boost for the poor guy's self-esteem. Maybe he'd even go down on me again.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, "I'm coming."

Until that moment it was fake. But then it happened. I'm not sure what it was, whether he'd just found the right spot, but I had the most mind-blowing orgasm I have ever experienced. The words I had been planning to shout just came out as shallow, silent breaths as the energy coursed through my body. It went up my belly, then down all my limbs, until I felt it reach my toes and fingertips. There wasn't just one. A split-second after the first bolt came another, and another, and another. My pussy was so wet, but felt like it was on fire. Tightening, relaxing, tightening, relaxing. 

"Ohfwawgaghgagghagh," I screamed, collapsing forwards. I was hot, and red, and dripping with sweat. I felt like my pussy had collapsed in on itself, tightening, and contracting, and tightening. But he hadn't finished, and was still going. My boobs were completely flushed, my nipples perkier than I have ever seen them before. My thighs were slippery with sweat, my pussy even wetter and more slippery. He kept going, a thum, thum, thum as I felt him squeeze his body, pumping out every last drop, before he stopped, and I dismounted, lying naked beside him, the final sparks of orgasm still flowing through me.

Now I'll roll the duvet down, following down the trail of his hair, to see his sleeping cock. It looks so gentle now. Not like last night. I can't remember much of the detail, but after THAT orgasm he went down on me again. He'd been wearing the condom, so had no problem with getting all over me, licking me dry, nursing and arousing me with the gorgeous tip of his tongue.

We must have done it once more. I think we'd stopped for a while, and just lay, holding each other. Then we'd gone back to it, slower and more gentle. I don't remember much, but I know I enjoyed it.

If he wakes up now he'd have the chance to look at me -- to decide if I'm a big-titted one-night-stand, or whether he wants to see me again. I wonder if I should get up and get dressed, or pretend to be asleep so he can look at me properly, or wake him with a surprise blowjob. Maybe we'll fuck again when he wakes up -- I hope so. I'll see what he thinks. 



Waking Up



Your wrists are tied to the headboard, thick ropes knotting them together, your knees pressed up to your elbows, exposing both your ass and pussy. The scent of the massage oil lingers in the air. Your eyes flicker to my smile. I look smug, satisfied as I survey the handiwork I did while you dozed. I pull a black silk blindfold from under the bed, holding it over you in one hand, the tip teasing across your ass, tickling your pussy, the silk wetting slightly from touching you there. The end of the blindfold slides across your legs, teasing up your belly, twirling around and around your breasts...

I lean in close and give you a wink before tying it tightly across your eyes. You whimper softly. You can see nothing. You feel a pair of headphones placed over your ears, and feel surprise for a moment. You've never seen me do this before. Soft music starts playing. Coupled with the headphones, it's enough to drown out any sound of me moving around in the room. You realize you have absolutely no idea where I am, and the thought suddenly scares you.

The first strike comes with no warning whatsoever. You feel the crop bite into your exposed ass, striking you hard. You can only feel the blow. You can't see, or hear anything. You have no idea that I leaned in after and examined the bright red mark approvingly. You feel another strike on the other side of your ass. You shriek, and squirm but the bonds are far too tight. You can barely move. The crop tickles your asshole, teasingly caressing it. You tense, afraid of feeling a strike there where you are so exposed. The next hit surprises you, flicking across a nipple. You whimper, squirming again. You suddenly feel something press against your ass. A fingertip, slowly caressing. You can feel your pussy soaking the sheets underneath you as I tease your ass. My finger slowly slips inside it, as it does the crop bites into your pussy, smacking it lightly. Even at the light hit, your hips buck, and your ass clenches my finger. 

You imagine that I'm probably laughing, but you can't know for sure. My finger slips out of you and is replaced with a thin dildo. It twists as I push it inside you. No--your breath catches in your throat--it's clearly a vibrator. The hum filling your ass is driving you crazy. Your pussy and nipples ache for touch. You feel a cold drop of water hit your nipple. No, you scream silently--not like that--the freezing ice cube presses against your nipple, which instantly hardens. You moan and thrash against the bonds. The ice cube trails down between your breasts, down your belly...down lower. You frantically twist in the bonds. It's too cold. You think I couldn't possibly --the ice hits your clit and your whole body goes tense. All you know is the feeling of the vibrator in your ass and the ice on your clit. 

I slip the ice inside your pussy and give your clit a smack with the crop. You can't imagine possibly being any wetter than you are right now. You wonder for a brief moment if you could cum just from the different sensations rocking your body. the ice melts quickly inside your soaking hot pussy. You feel the tip of my tongue flicking across your clit, followed by the bite of the crop across a nipple. As I suck your clit into my mouth, you feel a clothes pin clamping down hard on your breast, right next to the nipple. Another suck, another pin, this one on the nipple. another suck, another pin. Repeated for your other breasts, six total one on each nipple, one on each side. My tongue withdraws. You feel the head of my cock pressing against your soaking pussy, the vibrator still deep in your ass. You moan, not knowing the smile it brings to my lips as you pointlessly try to scoot yourself forward onto my cock. I oblige, ramming it into you, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs as the shock of it filling you makes you gasp. I ram into you again. And again, fucking you hard, without mercy or remorse. You feel your orgasm building, and know you're going to cum soon.

Just as you feel yourself reaching the edge, I yank all six clothespins off your tits with one pull of each hand. You literally scream, as the pain and orgasm wash over you at the same time. You slump in the restraints thinking you couldn't possilby endure more. But I'm not quite finished. You feel my cock still pounding deep into you, with each thrust growing wilder. My hand tightens around your throat and even through the headphones you can hear me roar as I cum inside you, shooting deep and hot into your dripping cunt. I pull myself out. 

You feel the headphones lift away from your ear for a moment. "Enjoy the rest of your nap," I whisper before letting the headphone down, leaving you still tied, on soaking sheets with me cum dripping out of you. You smile.



In Need



I awoke with another morning alone with the need of sexual release. Is this going to ever end or is the real thing ever going to begin? Many of my girlfriends have their toys close by in their dresser drawers by their bed, but for me I only want the touch of a flesh; preferably hot, steamy, pulsating flesh and that is the only way I am going to have it.

I woke this with my body in need of soft touches, strokes upon my skin, and the feel of hot human flesh. Was he laying there beside me? No! Again, neither a man by my side, nor was I going to be desperate entice one to be there.

I turned in my bed with my breast exposed; beckoning themselves to me. Those soft brown full, supple, large dark areola and the nipples thick and wide wanted to be touched and pleasured. I gave them a slight touch and all of sudden I felt a tingling sensation between my legs. This happens every time, but this time I was not going to continue suffering in pain and anguish just because there was not a man by my side or one worthy to share such a intimate time or space. The feeling was becoming overwhelming stronger. I promised myself that I would not settle just because my sexually appetite was not quieting the hunger deep inside me; that I would just do without. It is not easy, but it can be done. 

Before I knew my mind was set in a fantasy whilst I laid there on my back, parted my legs and parted thick lips to find the softly stroking my clit and before I knew it it became a deeper and more aggressive stroking on my clit. My hips rose and lowered as my body got warmer.

My imagination took me to a place as if my lover was sitting in a nearby chair as other men were having their way with me. One would pinch my nipples hard, the other would slap my breast and hips about till I cried out in plesaurable pain, the other man would stroke my inner thighs, and the other man would lick and suck on my clit till I couldn't take it anymore and my lover wanted to break the ropes that tied him down in the chair before me. Calling out that he wanted to fuck me hard as they did as well.  

"Get off her. The game is over. I am the only one that can fuck her."

A tall broad shoulder man that I didn't know, but then again I didn't know any of them, "Man you should have thought of that before you wanted to play this game. I don't see her complaining Derek. Look at her body get redder and hot as we do what we do. Let's face it man you haven't been doing your duty good enough. Her moans prove it."

I turned to Derek, STOP IT! You planned this and you wanted to happen; now it is deal with it. It is true; I do love it."

One of the handsomest of the men kissed me on my forehead; like it was a complimentary kiss.

The tallest man smiled at Derek, "See man I know women. It is obvious that you have not been satisfying this Nubian Queen."

Derek shouted back; as if he was going to break the ropes, "You don't know what she needs or likes."

"Obviously we do for she has pulled away. She has played the struggle game, but I know when it is a real struggle and this cat wanted and needed to be petted."

Derek screamed with all he had, "she was for me to fuck only; you guys were just to come and get here all hot."

The men chuckling out loud, "I think we have done that part, but this baby is too sweet and not to take more of her would be a shame."

"Now dear baby let us see what you have to give us. It is time for the train. Line it up and drive it in."

I could hear my own self moaning out loud.

The handsomest man whispered in my ear that he was going to have me last, for he was going to be the real man to get me off and that I was going to be his woman, for he wouldn't do this to his woman. For a woman that is for a man is for him only and no one else....games or no game.

They drove into my hot pussy without any mercy and by the time it was his turn he told me his name.

"My name is Daniel. I want this to be more personal, so the others are going to leave, but leave you and only you a little gratuity for all your sweetness."

Daniel kissed me on my forehead, both cheeks of my face, then softly on my lips, down my neck, my moist shoulders, as he cup my breast as it was the first time and let his mouth find pleasure in them.

I was going to cum at any moment, but he continued.

"See Derek; this is how you make love to a woman she is not a hoe or a piece of meat...this is all woman...one to be placed on a pedestal and she is most definitely in need of a champion. 

Daniel looked deep into my eyes as he entered me and whispered, "it is going to be alright and if you want me to stop I will stop."

I couldn't help but plead with him not to.

He proceeded to open up the gate to my garden in such a way I couldn't help but want him over and over again. He was gentle but with a forceful without being overbearing. He felt like a real man. As he stroked in and out, raising my hips, kissing my neck, whispering how beautiful I was; we both came at the same time. I had never come so hard in my life to where the sheets were drenched and I was a limp as butter leaf lettuce. I was shivering, but not cold just a very powerful orgasm.

I opened my eyes and found that it was just me and my middle finger again in a morning of need. I wanted a Daniel in my life.



Waking Up



Waking up she rolled over and her arm crossed his chest. She kissed his shoulder and repositioned her leg over his. Nestled between his legs she felt 'him' against her thigh a not uncommon feeling for they had always been intimate and close when sleeping together. 

Almost involuntarily her hand began stroking his chest feeling the muscles which were emerging as he'd started working recently. The results were already making themselves known, while his tummy still had work to be done his chest, arms and legs were showing signs of the paces they'd been put through and were both a bit larger, and much firmer than only 4 short weeks ago and she was appreciative not only for the new feel, but for his determination to be a better man with her in his life. The strokes became more a squeeze as she enjoyed the new muscle, and then she stroked lower...

His tummy wasn't large, really. In fact she liked her men with some 'meat' on them, preferring them to the lanky Ethiopian marathon runner physique. It was more a source of concern for him than her and she touched it lovingly. A light crop of hair covered his belly and continued on down to his pubic region which he kept trimmed rather than letting it grow into a forest which she'd never preferred, or shaving it completely which similarly was a turn off for her. Playing here for a moment, feeling both his roundness and the beginnings of his pelvic region, her pinky finger touched the tip of 'him'. Smiling to herself she was pleased with this touch and, circling his belly more she made a point of just touching him with each downward stroke. 

She loved the feeling of him touching the top part of her hand as she did this. It was somehow more erotic to her than holding him right now though she knew already that this is where her ministrations were headed. For a moment she lingered there, his cock laying on top of her hand as she twirled her fingers around his pubic hair. It was growing harder and she could feel it twitch just a bit as it grew. A man's growth had always been a source of amazement for her. How something sometimes so small and almost insignificant, could grow into something so strong and unyielding, and then, after she had made him reach his point of ecstasy, soften again in her hand, or more often her mouth, was nothing less than a miracle in her mind.

Once again she circled his stomach and this time, when she reached the nether region, rather than sliding underneath him she stroked lightly over his girth and slid her hand downward touching also his sac before circling around again. This she did a few times, and with each stroke, she felt him grow, felt his engorgement, felt her own desire intensify until now she was stroking 'him' lightly with her whole hand. Thumb on one side and fingers lightly touching him on the other she closed her eyes and examined 'him' with her fingers. Stroking from the base on up to the tip and down again to his testicles first touching them lightly and on the next stroke cupping them with her hand. 

She kissed her way down his chest as she held 'him' in her hand still stroking. Down to his belly, kissing him lightly as she dropped her head until finally she was where she wanted to be. 

Michelle loved that part of a man. Adored it, the softness and the hardness of 'him'. And she loved not only touching it with her hand, but feeling it on her face. Kissing 'him' first, she lay next to him and moved his cock over her face touching her cheeks, her closed eyes, her nose, her lips. The smell was intoxicating to her. The wetness which emanated from the tip was nectar. The touch was almost enough for her to have an orgasm without ever having had sex. And with this man more than with any other man previously in her life. She didn't know what it was about him that was so different, but she recognized that he was, and she loved this feeling. 

She placed him on the tip of her lips and opened them slightly, her tongue tasting the wetness there, her nostrils breathing in his scent and her mind wandered for a moment. His scent was different from others. Similar but different. His was one which had pungency to it. Clean, healthy, with a slight hint of the air around salt water sprayed up in the wind. And she wondered momentarily if she could name the various men who'd been in her life from their aromas. And then it went away again. Wrapping her lips around his head she kissed him lightly at first and then deeper. Pulling off him she ran her tongue down the side and up again, and again, and again before pulling him into her mouth once more.

He was most certainly awake now, his slumber having been pleasantly interrupted by her attentions. Knowing her, and enjoying the knowing, he moved only slightly putting his hands behind his head and breathing in deeply.

She felt this breath and smiled to herself as her mouth made love to him. Going as deeply as she could and then pulling back, trailing her tongue along the underside of his girth. Rolling her tongue on the tip and then going down again. Michelle loved trying to make it all the way down his shaft but hadn't yet learned the art of deep throat. She stopped as she hit the gag reflex but tried again, pressing forward until she almost made it to the hilt. She was proud of her progress and smiled at herself again. 

Wanting to go faster, she knew that his preference was for slower, deliberate strokes and she accommodated him, gifting him with her mouth. Holding his sac in her hand she massaged him lightly as she worked his length. 

She felt his hands as they now guided her head on him. Holding her hair tightly and moving with her rather than forcing her on him which was their habit when sex was more primitive, gutteral, and urgent. This morning was not that type of sex. It was truly her present to him and he knew it. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on her ministrations and he felt his own urgency rising. He breathed deeply and held it there and she knew that his climax was coming. Now the choice was hers, to take it in her mouth. To taste his seed that she so enjoyed, or, to withdraw and have his semen spread across her cheeks, nose, eyes, mouth. She loved them both but a choice had to be made. The choice was an easy one. He loved it when she held him in her mouth until he softened and this morning that is what she would do. And it happened.

Holding him just inside of her lips she wanted to taste his semen completely which she could not do were he deep in her throat. His eruption was powerful, and his seed tasted as she remembered. It was almost indescribable, but certainly there were tastes involved - a slight saltiness, an almost milky taste. But then there was the texture to it too. A thickness which she loved to swirl on her tongue until her own saliva diluted it's potency.

She swallowed and then pulled him deeply into her mouth again, cleaning him. One more time and then she moved up his body again and gave him a kiss.

"Good morning, my sweet." 



Waking Up



This is my first submission. I would really like some honest feedback if you enjoyed it or not... 

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It was Friday night. This morning, your parents picked up the kids for the weekend so we could have some time to ourselves for a change. We had made reservations at the new Italian restaurant in town, and planned on going out dancing afterwards.

As I had the day off from work, I was cleaning up the house when you called just after noon. A girl at work had just been fired because she couldn't keep up with her work. The boss had given you the task of catching back up. You were disappointed because you would be stuck at work late and we wouldn't be able to make our reservation. I told you not to worry about it, that we could go tomorrow night instead. I offered to bring you some dinner, but you said you just wanted to crank out the work so you could be home as soon as possible.

Before you got home, I had lit some candles in our living room. I wanted you to relax after your long day at work. When you came in the door at 9pm, you just threw your bags on the floor, and slouched into the living room. You sat down beside me and I kissed your forehead as you leaned back against me. I started rubbing your shoulders and could feel how tense you were. I offered to give you a back massage, and you gladly accepted. 

I started to unbutton your blouse, removed your bra and had you lay down on the couch. I grabbed the baby oil and started rubbing your shoulders. I worked over to your neck and continued down your spine. I could hear you moaning as I continued massaging your lower back and back up. After about 20 minutes of this massage, I asked if you wanted me to continue and give you a full body massage. There was no response, so I asked again. When you still didn't respond, I bent down to look at you, and you were sound asleep. I kissed your forehead once again, and picked you up and carried you to our bedroom. I undressed you completely, got undressed myself and pulled the silk sheets up and over us. You curled up into me and were out like a light.

I wake up in the morning with the sun shining. I look over at you still sleeping. I just lay there for awhile looking at you. I have always found your beauty breathtaking, and as you lie there sleeping, I can't help but smile at you. I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a shower. 

When I return from my shower, I see that you have rolled over onto your back. You must be dreaming as your arms and legs are moving around. I watch as you softly brush your hands up and down your sides. I suddenly get an idea.

I go into our closet and grab our "adult" suitcase. As you continue to run your body, I take the silk ropes we have and loosely tie each ankle to a bed post. I tie the remaining ropes to the headboard and tie up your left wrist first. As you attempt to continue rubbing your body, you suddenly wake up as I'm tying up your right wrist. You ask what I'm doing, and I just give you a strong, passionate kiss. Without questioning me further, I smile and finish tying you up. I throw my towel aside and you lick your lips seeing I'm as hard as you've ever seen me before.

I climb up onto the bed and over top of you. I lean in and kiss you again. No words need to be spoken as you already know what I have in mind. I start to nibble on your earlobes and trail my kisses down your neck. As I start to move down your chest, you arch your back, trying to encourage me to kiss your nipples. As you are tied down, I decide to just continue to tease you. I kiss and lick my way all around your breasts, avoiding your nipples. You continue to arch your back wanting me to lick your nipples. I just look up and you withering in pleasure. You see me looking at you and whisper please. I gently roll my tongue over your nipple before gently biting it and tugging at it. I can hear you moaning in pleasure as I squeeze your breasts together and lick both nipples at the same time.

You know I have other things in mind today, as I start to kiss my way lower. You already know that I'm going to tease you again as I start kissing my way down your left thigh, and back up your right thigh. I slowly start licking the outer lips of your pussy, without slipping inside of you, you are moaning louder now and I can see your arousal as it starts to drip. Without waiting any longer, I use my tongue to capture that wetness, and slide my tongue up and across your engorged clit. As I do this, you start thrashing around and have your first orgasm of the day.

You know that I never stop there. As you start to calm down, I again bury my tongue deep inside of you. I love the taste of your cum and I clean you up as best I can before I spread your lips apart and slowly insert my finger. I curl my finger up and start to rub that G spot I know you love. As I do this, I start nibbling on your clit. I start rubbing your G spot faster as I continue and your second orgasm of the day hits. This time, you squirt a little as the sensations running through your body are overwhelming. I continue to slide my finger in and out of you as your orgasm continues, slowing licking your clit.

As you start to come down from your high, you look down and me with lust and desire. You think I'm done with this part now, but as I look down and see you dripping, I have another idea. I slowly start to slide my finger inside of you again, and you just throw your head back. I make sure to get my finger nice and wet, and start to rub your wetness around your sweet rosebud, peeking out at me. I love the moan of desire you release I slide my finger in to the first knuckle. I slowly start to slide my finger in and out of your sweet rosebud, getting deeper and deeper inside of you. As I want you to thoroughly enjoy yourself, I bury my tongue inside of you once again. I start sliding my finger faster and faster now as I'm eating you out. I can tell you're getting close once again as your rosebud starts to squeeze me tighter and tighter. Before too long, you start to scream out as you orgasm once again. I continue my ministrations through this orgasm and continue to lick you clean until you are finished. You again look down at me and see the huge smile on my face. "Get up here big boy," you say. 

To be continued...



Waking Up



You wake up on your back. You can't see anything, but you can feel the smooth sheets on your skin, and the drool drying on your cheek. Why can't you see anything? You can't remember your bedroom ever being completely dark. Maybe He covered the windows while you were asleep. Mmm, how nice of Him, He knows how much you hate being woken by the sun in your face.

You try to rub the sleep from your eyes, but your arm won't come to your face. Hmm, maybe you slept on it funny and it's numb. That's not odd, you did that last week and accidentally elbowed Him in the face when you rolled over. It will wake up in a few minutes, you're sure.

Hmm, the other one is asleep too? Maybe that's a little bit odd, but you're too tired to care. You just want your shower, a bite of breakfast if you feel up to it afterwards, and perhaps a quick morning fuck before you and Him have to leave for the day. Just to tide you over until tonight.

You're beginning to panic, but you try to remain calm. You still can't see anything, and your arms won't move. You start to come out of your morning fog, and you attempt to figure out what's going on.

It's not dark, you can feel something on your eyes. It feels smooth, like silk or plastic, you can't tell which.

Your arms aren't numb, they're tied to something. You guess the bedposts. You can feel the loop tied around your wrist. It seems your legs are tied too, you can feel something around your ankles.

That's not drool on your cheek. You're gagged. It tastes like a pair of your panties, soiled from the wetness you left in them last night when you came home to Him. You can still smell the sex in the room... it smells of His sweat, and the rubber of the condom. You love waking to this smell. You can only imagine the wetness between your legs, the same wetness that always comes in the morning after.

You start to calm down. You know where you are. You're in your bedroom, you're safe here. Until you remember that you're tied up. Your arms and legs are spread, you can't see, you can't talk, and you can't feel the heavy winter blanket on top of the sheet covering your naked body underneath.

Maybe panic was a good idea after all.

"Good morning, Pet. How are you doing this morning?"

Ah, that's Him! You calm down instantly, and let out a sigh of relief. You still can't think this soon after waking up, but you know that even though you're tied, gagged, and blindfolded, you're safe. You think you should respond, tell Him to help you get up and take a shower.

"Mmmfmm nnnng. Hmmmennnguh."

Hmm. That's frustrating. You hope He got the message, though, and that He realizes there's a gag in your mouth and take it out. Maybe He knows how it got there.

"Ah, glad to hear it. I hope you've taken notice of your situation by now, I know you're slow in the mornings but I should think it's a rather big change to wake up to, isn't it? I wonder how much you've noticed. Have you noticed the silk around your ankles?"

Oh my. Those words shake you awake. There's sensations you hadn't noticed. The ropes around your wrists and ankles are smooth, silk like He said. Same for the black cloth over your eyes. Then you hear a click. Followed by a buzzing sound, and suddenly your stomach clenches, your back arches, and you strain against your restraints. A violent shiver runs up your spine. There's at least one vibrator inside your pussy, and another taped to your clit, and He's just turned them both on. It's almost painful.

"HHHNNNNNGGGGGHAAAAAAH-"

They stop, and you gasp for breath through the panties in your mouth. If you weren't awake before, you are now. Why did they feel like that? You've tried vibrators before. They felt nice, but not THAT nice.

"Good to see I was right! You remember when you last tried a vibrator? Do you remember what you did? You told me it was too strong, that you didn't like it pressed directly against your clit. Well, guess what?"

You can hear Him moving around the room. What's He doing? He's getting on the bed to your right side. He's leaning in. He's whispering... god, it scares you when He whispers in your ear like this, it means He wants to hurt you. His lips are next to your right ear, and you instinctively try to lean away, but you know that won't help. There's no escaping Him.

His hand closes around your throat and pulls you back. Oh god, it's tightening. You can't moan, you can't even try to say anything. Not that you could, with the wad of wet cotton in your mouth, tasting of sex.

"You don't know yourself. You don't know how to feel good. You can't LET yourself feel good. I don't know why not, but that's how it is. So I'm going to do it for you, whether you say you don't want it or not."

He releases your throat. You gasp for air for the second time, and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears now. The darkness of the blindfold doesn't matter, you would swear you see His face in front of yours, looking down at you. You've seen that face before, but you can't read His expression. Is it love in those eyes? Or is it how He might look at a delicious meal before He shreds His teeth into it? You can see the excitement in His eyes. No, this isn't hunger you imagine in His face, that you hear in His voice.

He's a predator. This is how a lion looks at a fallen gazelle, how a cat looks at a mouse between its paws. He's going to devour you, you know it. There's fear in you now. Your heart is beating hard in your chest. You're sure He knows.

"Now then, you're awake so you don't need this sheet to stay warm anymore, do you? Any objections before we begin?"

You want to object. You want to say "Stop! Let me go!" but you can't. Your mouth is filled with cloth and the taste of yourself, and you can't speak past it.

"Hnggg! NNNNGH!"

Confusion fills you. Why would He ask? He knows you can't speak. You can't say no, or stop, or call for help.

"No objections, then? Good, I was worried you might ask me to stop. You know I could never deny you."

He sweeps the sheet off you, and you lay exposed before Him. Naked, on your back, your legs spread. He's seen you before, last night in fact. You fucked Him in this very bed not even 12 hours ago, He rode you from behind and you squealed as He pulled your hair. Why do you feel so exposed now? It's not as if He hasn't seen you before, but this feels different. It's like He can see inside you.

You gasp as His hand meets your skin. He's touching your left leg just above the knee, stroking His hand up slowly. You know He'll meet your pussy eventually, and you find yourself wanting it badly.

"I know it's silly, but you look so beautiful right now, I wish you could see yourself."

He kisses your stomach. It tickles a little bit, but you arch your back in pleasure, trying to push back into His mouth. You can feel His teeth, and you want to feel them biting you. Why? Not even a few seconds ago you were so terribly afraid of Him. He lifts His head from your skin, and shifts up next to you. You feel His skin move across yours, and you can feel that He's naked as well. You can feel His cock against your leg, it's hard. One of His hands, you can't tell which, moves up your side as He does, eventually settling still around the back of your neck, reaching around under your shoulder. His mouth bites lightly into your throat, causing a gasp to escape your lips, then He whispers in your ear. You no longer feel afraid of Him, and you don't know why you ever would. He would never truly hurt you, and you trust Him.

"Do you remember last night? Do you remember turning out the lights and rolling around in the dark? I bit you quite a bit, and you loved it. You begged for more. You're covered in bruises now, and I'm the only one who can see them. You'll have to wait until I've made more."

He punctuates His words with kisses to your cheek, little bites to your neck, and pinches to your legs and inner thighs. You react with gasps to His kisses, moans to His bites, and writhing to His pinches. You feel so grateful for each one, and even more so for the ropes keeping you down for Him to play with like a toy. His beautiful toy.

*click*

Your attention snaps to your pussy as the vibrations start again. You shudder and squirm, but the ropes hold strong. You begin humping the air needfully. Groans escape your lips no matter how hard you try to hold them in. His hand chokes you and pulls your head back into the pillow. Then, just as before, they stop, and so does He.

"Well, it seems we've found your means of pleasure for this morning! But what about me, hmm? I wonder what I'll do..."

You're not sure what He means by that. His voice tells you He has something in mind, but you can't think clearly enough to wonder what it could be. Your pussy still tingles, and you can still feel His hand on your neck. It means the world to you. He gets up off the bed, and you relax as His touch leaves your skin, leaving a strong feeling of absence behind. A vast emptiness where His fingers dug into you. You know it will be back though. He always comes back.

You hear Him pick up His clothes. You can hear the rustle of the denim of His jeans, the clink of the coins left in His pocket and of His belt buckle. A small reminder of the world outside, a sound you only hear after the sex is done and He's getting ready to leave. Why is He getting dressed? He wouldn't leave you, not now, of course not! Then He drops them again, you hear the muffled thump of His wallet hitting the floor through His pants, and He moves over to the dresser and opens a drawer. You giggle as you remember last night, when you undressed passionately, throwing your clothes around. You're sure you remember seeing your bra hanging off the top drawer of the dresser, and you imagine Him picking it off and inspecting it like an alien device. He always does that with your clothes, you're not sure why. Soon He closes it, and returns to stand next to the bed.

You hear a whistling sound, then pain breaks across your stomach in a line. The memory shatters, and you writhe and scream in pain, your back twisting away as far as you can, your arms straining against the ropes. Your mind flashes back to a conversation you had a long time ago about whipping. It was His belt He was taking out of His pants. Comprehension dawns in your head just as you hear the whistle of the next blow coming down. It hits your legs, across your thighs, and the pain flashes out across your body. Your pussy tingles again.

"Ah, that's the sound I love. Squeal for me, Pet, I want you to hurt. Cry for me, I know you like it."

It hurts. It burns. Each crack against your skin feels like it's on fire. But each time the leather whips through the air, your heart flutters, your stomach drops, and your pussy aches more and more each time the belt comes cracking down. You can feel your pussy squeeze around the vibrator inside you, dead and unmoving, and you wish it was His cock inside you. In your head, you're screaming in agony and begging Him for another. It feels so good. The panties in your mouth are wet with drool, and you're moaning around them. Somehow it reminds you of sucking His cock, and the taste of it, and you wish it was in your mouth instead. You wonder if He'll allow you to suck it later. He stops for a second.

*click*

Your pussy explodes once more with the sound of motors whirring, and over the sound you hear the whistle of His belt coming down on your skin. He whips higher on your body now, and lays a line of fire across each nipple. You thought it would hurt, but it doesn't, and you want more. The pain mixes with the shudders of warmth flowing out from your pussy. Each whistle sounds distant now, but the pain feels so much more real. Your skin feels as if it's splitting apart, leaving you open and revealed before Him. You know that if there wasn't something in your mouth, you'd be screaming with all the air in your lungs, telling the world how amazing you felt in guttural screams and moans. After what feels like hours, but can't have been more than a just few seconds, it all stops.

The room is silent now, no more moans or cracks. You hear Him breathing hard, and your own breath comes even faster, like you just sprinted across a field with Him. He doesn't move for what seems like minutes, then you hear the clink of the belt dropping to the floor softly. He moves to the dresser and comes back, and you hear the rip of a condom package opening and you hear Him put it on. As the smell of rubber hits your nose a few moments later, and anticipation sends a jolt through your body, down through your chest, through your pussy, all the way down into your feet. You know now that He'll fuck you, and you wonder what hole He'll pick this time. You can't wait to feel Him throb inside you as He thrusts and cums inside you. You long to feel His cum fill you, and briefly consider begging Him to fuck you raw, but you know He won't. And He has ordered you not to ask. You like feeling like a good girl, and good girls follow orders.

He moves to your side, and caresses your body. He's feeling the welts He left marring your skin. He kisses them. You know He likes how they look on you, and you wish you could see them as well. They make you feel more beautiful than any makeup ever could. He feels each one gently, and kisses each one before moving on to the next one. He starts at the bottom, with your legs. You remain completely still as you feel His breath moving up your body. Well, except for the twitches and squirms He coaxes out of you, those you can't stop. You love feeling like He can force you to move, and each kiss makes you feel loved and cared for, even though He was the one who whipped you in the first place. You reflect briefly that maybe whipping you is an act of love as well, because He knows you love it, but then He kisses another mark and your thoughts are scattered once more.

Eventually He reaches your nipples, and slowly takes your right one into His mouth, gently at first. Then He opens His mouth and bites down around your areola. You gasp in pain and pleasure, and push your breast into His mouth. He repeats this again on the other, slowly. Your pussy aches, and you feel a small trickle of your own juice run down your ass.

The smell of His sweat fills your nose. The sound of His breathing fills your ears. He puts His mouth near your left ear and gently shushes you.

"Shhh, Pet. No talking. I'm going to take your panties out of your mouth now."

He reaches into your mouth with two fingers and pulls out the panties. You gasp and lick your lips, but say nothing. Like the good girl that you are. He kisses you lightly. He reaches behind your head and slips off the blindfold.

You blink your eyes at the sudden light, but the room isn't very bright. It must be late morning, from the way the light looks through the windows. You see His face above yours, and your eyes are immediately drawn to His. You can't read His expression, but it's not the one you imagined what feels like hours ago. You feel Him move His left hand down your body, nearing your pussy. As He does so, He leans in towards your ear and whispers. His voice feels like hot and cold water running down your spine at the same time.

"I'm going to fuck your cunt now, understand?"

As He says this, He rips the vibrator off your clit, and pulls the other out of your pussy.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir."

He holds up the vibrator that was, until moments ago, lodged in your pussy. It's not short, and it's fairly thick. It's made of what looks like metal, and it has a rounded cock head and smooth sides, and a flared base where a wire was running to a remote laying on the bed. It's covered in your juices, and as He holds it a small drop runs off the end and falls to the bed. He looks at you thoughtfully.

"It would be a shame to waste these juices, wouldn't it? Lift your hips, Pet, this is going in your ass."

You take a breath to protest, to complain that it's too big, that you're afraid, but you stop yourself. You see His face, and remember that you're still tied up. He didn't ask you if you wanted it in your ass, He told you that's where it was going. You lift your hips and try to spread your thighs as much as possible. You feel ashamed of yourself for even considering trying to say no. A good girl always says yes.

"Yes, Sir, it would be a waste. Thank you, Sir."

He reaches through your legs with the hand holding the vibrator, and reaches underneath you with the other to spread your ass apart. You shudder as He places the vibrator at the entrance to your ass, and shiver as He presses it in. It's hard and unyielding, but your ass is slick with juices dripped from your pussy, and the vibrator is wet as well, and it slides in easily. Of course it wasn't too big, you'll take anything for Him if He wishes. The feeling of your ass stretching open feels so good, and you feel slightly disappointed when it reaches as deep as it goes and you feel the base touch your ass. You feel full, and stretched, and you can't keep in a moan of pleasure. Your pussy feels empty, and you can't wait for His cock to fill you there too. You wonder how it will feel to have a cock in your pussy as well as your ass.

He gently pushes your hips back down and climbs between your legs. Your heartbeat speeds up, and you can hear your pulse in your ears. Your breath comes short and fast. Your hands find the ropes and clench and unclench around them. Every muscle in your body feels like it wants to move at once, but you can't. Your stomach muscles seem to dance, and your back seems to arch and curl at the same time.

You feel His cock head at your entrance, teasing you, and look up at Him pleadingly. As if to say with your eyes that you want to be fucked. But He just sits and waits, looking back into your eyes with His. Your hips are trying to envelop His cock, but you can't reach and you can't stop them.

"Do you want it?"

You don't even know how to answer. Just saying yes isn't sufficient. You've already submitted in body, and you know He wants your mind too. You want to give it to Him. So badly. You want to beg Him for it, but every time you try, the words stop in your chest. It takes minutes of work to get them out, and you can't wait minutes. You need His cock inside you as soon as possible. You writhe for a second, working yourself up.

"Please, Sir! I want it! I want it so bad! Please Fu- fff- FUCK me!"

He smiles down at you as you catch your breath. You did it. You see pride in His face, and you feel proud of yourself too. A smile spreads out on your face as you pant for air. Then He enters you.

"That's a good girl."

Your smile disappears as you gasp in pleasure. The sudden feeling of being filled by Him stopped any thought you had, as if your mind was being squeezed in His hands. Your breath leaves you, and your mouth works to gulp air in but it just doesn't come. You see His face change as He bottoms out in you; a mix of intense pleasure, then suddenly a small grin. You experience, in the back of your head, an instant of confusion before you realize what He's holding in His hand.

*click*

The vibrator in your ass turns on. Your head lolls back, as you suddenly lack the strength to hold it up anymore. The vibrations in your ass feel as if they're building up and getting stronger but they're not. The waves it creates pass into your pussy, and through you into His cock. You hear a faint gasp come from His direction, but you can no longer focus on His face. Any thought you have melts into the ecstasy you feel coming in shocks from your pelvis, but you note it must feel amazing to Him because He doesn't usually make sounds like that.

"God, that feels good Pet. I love fucking you."

You feel Him on top of you, moving His hands. He drops the remote on the bed. He pulls out slightly before thrusting back inside you, and suddenly you realize you haven't taken a breath since He put His cock in you, more than twenty seconds ago, and you gasp. You gasp for air, you gasp in pleasure, you gasp so you can moan on the breath out, and you gasp because you can't stop. Every time He pulls out and plunges back into your pussy, and you shudder. His hands roam your body, feeling your tits, pinching your nipples, running up and down your sides, and finally He settles on hand on your throat and the other next to you, holding Himself up. You can feel His wrist along your left side, next to your breast. It tickles slightly.




Waking Up



"You feel so wonderful, Pet. You're mine, you know that? I own you."

His grip tightens with each thrust. Never too much, but enough that you know His hand is there. He's showing His power over you. You feel thoroughly dominated, and you willingly submit to Him as you twist and writhe under His grip, as you squeeze and pulse around His cock. His hand feels like a collar, a tangible symbol showing the world that He owns you, that you are His, and that your purpose is whatever He decides for you. He's fucking you now, so that's what you exist for, and you'll do your best to be good for Him.

"You. Are. My. Fucktoy. To use as I please, when I please, and all the say you have in the matter is 'yes, Sir' and 'thank you, sir'."

The vibrations continue. His words feel so nice to hear, His ownership of you verbally expressed makes it feel so much more real. His fucking speeds up, and you can hear the slapping of His skin on yours over the buzzing in your ass. It sounds wet, and you know you're soaking around His cock. You feel so slutty for Him, naked and bound, gasping and moaning, your hips humping back to meet His thrusts, trying to push Him even deeper inside you. The vibrator in your ass is amplifying every feeling of His cock, making you feel tight and stretched around Him.

"I want you to cum for me, Pet. Can you do that? Cum for me. Cum on my dick inside you."

His orders are to be followed at all times. You can't respond, or tell Him that you're cumming, but you're sure He can feel it, you're sure your pussy is tightening around Him. It starts in your legs, you start shaking, and you're sure if you were standing you would fall. Then it comes in your arms, they pull against their restraints, you're almost sure they'll break, but they hold. You're glad, somewhere in the back of your head. You don't know what you'd do with your hands if they were free, and you silently thank Him for tying you up. Then it moves down your chest and into your pussy. You convulse from the pleasure. The edges of your vision begin to go blurry, and you close your eyes. You feel Him inside you, you feel the vibrations in your ass, you feel the marks He left all across your body with His mouth and His leather. You ride the pleasure higher as he fucks you, until it all comes crashing a climax, like cymbals going off inside your head and fireworks behind your eyes.

"I'm going to cum, Pet, inside your cunt. Can you say that, Pet?"

You can't think. Your mind is in a fog of pleasure. You dimly feel the gifts He left you with with His belt earlier, and they just add to the feeling of being owned. You feel a glow inside you, you're His and it makes you happy. You want to please him so badly, but the fireworks haven't died out completely yet. Your mouth opens to answer Him, like a good girl, but you can't control your lips. The words seem to fall out.

"I... you're going to c-... going to c- cu-... cum inside my c-... cu-... c-... CUNT, Sir! Please! C-... cum inside me, Sir!"

You're shocked you could say that so easily. Maybe it was because you couldn't think about it. You just did what He told you, and didn't try to control yourself.

You feel Him change His pace. He begins to fuck you faster, frantically, viciously. His face curls into a snarl, and He lowers His mouth to your shoulder and sinks His teeth into your flesh. His back curls and bends over you, like He's protecting you, and His arms curl around your back, pulling you up close to Him. You feel Him thrust into you once more, hard, and He cums. You feel each pulse go through His cock, into your pussy, and imagine you can feel His warm cum filling you up. His teeth hurt your shoulder, but you're glad to have been there for Him, to accept His bites.

He thrusts a few more times, slowly, then He collapses upon you. His cock is still inside you, and the vibrator is still going, buzzing away deep inside your ass. You both are still, but for your breath. Your pussy gently squeezes His cock, as if it wants more. But you can't imagine more. What could be more than this? Owned and loved, beaten like His toy and well fucked like His whore. Bitten like His food. Squeezed like His lover. You feel worshiped and adored beneath Him. You can feel his breath on your neck. He whispers into your right ear, slowly.

"I love you, Pet."

Your heart warms, and you feel... everything.

"I love you too, Sir."

He stirs, and pushes himself up above you, and He smiles. You love that smile. You smile back, and relax your head back and close your eyes with that smile still on your face. You're dimly aware of him pulling His cock out, and turning off the vibrator and pulling it out of your ass. You can hardly do anything but breathe.

"You haven't had breakfast, have you, Pet? Here, have a snack."

You open your eyes to see Him standing above you holding His condom. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue as He pours His cum into your waiting mouth. It runs down your throat, and covers your tongue. You close your mouth and concentrate on the taste. He's looking down at you, watching what you do with a stern face. He tastes slightly of rubber, from the condom, but otherwise slightly sweet and slightly bitter. You know this taste, and you know it means you've pleased Him, and He's rewarded you. You don't really care if it tastes bad, you let it sit in your mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it.

"Thank you, Sir, it was delicious."

He smiles, and leans down to kiss your forehead.

"That's my girl."

He reaches down to your ankles and unties them, left foot first, then right. He runs His hands along your legs on the way back up, rests them on your hips, and gently caresses your tits before roughly yanking your nipples, teasing another moan from your mouth before continuing up your arms to your wrists to untie them too. Left one first, then right. You don't move your arms yet, unsure of what to do, until He lies down next to you and lifts you up slightly to put His arms around you. You throw your arms around Him and embrace him, burying your face in His neck as he pulls you close. You remain like that, laying on your side with your face pressed to His chest, listening to His breathing, smelling His sweat, feeling His skin. You run your hands along His back a few times, and He shivers and pulls you closer.

This is why you love Him.



Waking Up



Early morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains covering the window in Alyssa Keading's room. Alyssa, still blissfully unaware of the new day's arrival, lay sleeping, the sunlight falling on her face, illuminating her naturally pale skin until she seemed to glow with the morning's light. As the early hours of the morning wore on, she began to stir, shifting her position repeatedly in the quest for comfort and a few more minutes of blissful unconsciousness. 

Her quest was abruptly cut short as she felt an alien sensation enter her world. At first, her mind, still clouded by sleep, could not identify it. The feeling, a soft, yet insistent, pressure began at her shoulder blades, slowly following the curvature of her spine as it made its way down her back. Stopping at the small of her back, it would rebound, traveling upwards until it reached its starting location and began the process anew. Alyssa's quickly-wakening mind slowly came to grips with the feeling, finally identifying its origin as a pair of knuckles, slowly moving over her naked back.

Naked Back. The thought brought her fully into the waking realm, her mind snapping alert at the memory of the night before. She turned over quickly in bed, suddenly coming face to face with the source of the ministrations.

Blue eyes met her brown, his eyes staring into hers with a mix of adoration and admiration. Alyssa thought she could see something beyond that in his eyes. Was it lust? Was it hunger? She couldn't tell. She didn't care. Her eyes continued down the rest of his body, taking in the lean, muscular form that was visible above the blanket. She took in the shape of his jaw, the stubble coating his chin, his lips, his nose, his hair, and - finally- his eyes. She could get lost in those eyes, in that look that just might echo the feelings of hunger and lust that she was now experiencing. 

John was doing his fair share of admiring as well. In front of him lay the most beautiful woman he had ever met. At 5 foot 6 inches, Alyssa was around six inches shorter than he was. Her reddish-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, hiding her soft, delicate neck and coming to rest right above her breasts. Rounded and, in John's opinion, perfect, Alyssa's breasts lay ever so slightly flat against her chest, barely influenced by the gravity holding them tethered to the bed. The cool morning air, in combination with her nakedness, had caused Alyssa's dusky nipples to harden invitingly and her skin to break out in goosebumps. Sweeping his eyes upward, he took in the sight of her perfect lips before, once again, locking eyes with her. 

It was as if, in that moment, a powerful magnet had been switched on between them. Almost instantaneously, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouths as their hands explored each other's bodies. John reached down, grabbing Alyssa by the small of her back and pulling her tight to him, each point of contact sending jolts of energy through them, intensifying their passion into something wild and chaotic. 

Alyssa's hand found John's already solid erection, stroking him up and down as her other hand found her clit. John's hands ran themselves over her breasts, one stopping to tease her nipple as the other grabbed onto her firm ass, pulling her closer, kissing her harder and harder. Soon, they were both moaning as they kissed, Alyssa's husky voice matching John's throaty growls for intensity.

John broke the kiss first. Gasping for breath, Alyssa felt him kiss his way down her body, each touch of his lips sending spasms of pleasure through her body. He worked his way down her neck, his kisses trailing down her collarbone and onto her chest. Taking her other breast in hand, John locked his mouth onto her right nipple, his tongue teasing her, flicking back and forth across the most sensitive flesh on her breast. Every once in a while, he would bite down lightly, the feeling of his teeth causing her to arch her back ever-so-slightly and moan.

Alyssa couldn't take it any longer. Her fingers had somehow found their way into John's hair, as if they were seeking out anything possible to hold on to. She now found herself pushing down on his head, urging him lower and lower. John complied, trailing kisses down her stomach and stopping, briefly, at her hips, before brushing lightly up against her clit.

John began slowly, licking his way down her slit until his tongue found her already soaking wet hole. He spent some time there, running his tongue around her entrance once or twice before penetrating her and then starting the process again. When her moans became more frequent, he began moving back up toward her clit, his tongue inching toward the center of her pleasure. As soon as he got there, he knew he had found the right spot. Alyssa bucked against his face, grinding herself on to him, moaning loudly as she did. It was all he could do to simply hold on, her bucking hips making even that simple task nearly impossible. 

With every moan from Alyssa, John felt himself grow harder and harder. He had never felt so big, so filled with anticipation. He needed her, needed to feel her around him. He couldn't wait, every fibre of his being urging him on to this one singular act. 

Alyssa felt the pressure of John's tongue recede, only to be replaced by a new pressure slightly lower. She felt him pressing against her, the head of his cock hot with anticipation and desire. He slowly entered her, inch by agonizing inch stretching her until she thought she couldn't take any more. And then she was empty, the incredible fullness that had just been a part of her suddenly gone, stripped from her as suddenly as it had been given. 

She felt light headed as he entered her again, his glorious member shooting wave after wave of pleasure through her entire body. Alyssa was on fire, each thrust raising the temperature higher and higher. Her hands sought out anything she could grab on to. One went back into John's hair, his bent posture allowing her a firm grip. The other teased her nipple, pinching and pulling, sending her more and more into spasms of complete and total ecstasy. 

John was in heaven. Under him was a gorgeous woman, writhing in ecstasy as he thrust into her again and again. Her moans, first his name, then various combinations of the words "fuck", "god", and "holy", had devolved into something primal, wordless echos of both his and her pleasure. Pleasure was something that John could get used to. He had never felt a woman like this before. Alyssa fit him like a glove, her tight pussy enveloping his dick with every thrust, involuntary muscle spasms causing her to clamp down on him each time he pulled out.

He had always had trouble coming in the morning. Usually, he thought of it as a curse, making masturbating, and especially sex, difficult when he first woke up. Now however, John had never been so glad for the added stamina. Pulling completely out, John gently flipped Alyssa over. Instinctively, she thrust her ass into the air, arching her back and giving John the perfect entry from behind. Diving back into her pussy, he was astounded to feel that it, somehow, felt even more tight. 

He began thrusting, first slowly, but picking up pace once he got going. Alyssa had stopped moaning, and started screaming, the pillow her head was resting on blocking out just enough of the sound to prevent her neighbors in the apartment next door from hearing. Breath ragged, John kept thrusting. It wasn't long before he felt his balls tightening, signaling to him that his climax was near. He redoubled his efforts, digging deep into his hidden reserves of energy, pistoning in and out of Alyssa with an improbable vigor. 

Alyssa's screams became more and more shrill, her cries of pleasure filling John's ears, urging him onward. With a final scream, she came, her vagina contracting around John's dick, clamping down on him over and over. He was not far behind, thrusting one final time before burying himself deep into her pussy and coming. Wave after wave of semen shot out of him, filling her with each pump until, finally, the waves of pleasure subsided.

Both John and Alyssa collapsed onto the bed at the same time, their legs turned to jelly and their bodies completely drained of energy. John pulled Alyssa close and they kissed tenderly, melting into each other's arms as sleep once again took them.



Waking Up



She can't see them properly. Those lights reflecting in the mirror, are blinding. Makes steering difficult. The curves are hard to take at this crazy speed, especially with that fast car so close behind her. And it's all happening in this strange silence. As if she is driving on water, like a speedboat. 

There is a recurrent fear to hit something. "Be more alert...," she tells herself. She's not clear headed. That is, not sufficiently. She's skidding across the pavement, like an airplane trying to land in a storm. 

Again she watches her mirrors. They drive in a fog bank now. At least this way those lights are somewhat less blinding. But she notices that the mist seems to flickers bluish. Is that the police behind her? They want her to stop? She must escape! Trying to be faster she presses the accelerator all the way. But the car appears to slow down in stead, the wheels spinning as if in soft sand. Should she break instead? Invert her logic? But would not that police car crash into her? She's not thinking properly. Again those headlights become blinding. And now, apart from those blue flashings, there is noise too. 

But it's not like a siren. More a violin or something. Or a lamenting trombone. She's puzzled, must clear her mind!

Maybe if she sits more straight in this low seated formula-1 car, the music will stop. That crazy music! It's like cotton in her head. She didn't drink, didn't she? So what do they want from her? She tries to sit more upright, but pain shoots through her back and neck.

It clears her mind a bit. That's a relief. But there is still that violin. She shakes her head, but the music doesn't stop, although it's more melodious this time. Her lips are dry. Too dry.

Once more she tries to straighten up and tells herself again that she must be more alert. It's difficult. Terrible headache. It seems to take infinite effort to open her eyes. 

That's when she wakes up. In bed. Must pull some sheets up. It's chilly. But her hands feel dead. What a nightmare! But she knows she's surfacing into reality. She knows, because that music, or whatever it is, has become more sharply edged. It clears her mind further.

The trick is to beat that horrible headache. "Sit up!" she commands herself. But again pain hits her. It's not just that headache. It's also a stinging pain in her neck. She must have slept in a very bad posture. Her head weights tons.

Again she tries to open her eyes. Thin light enters her brain. It melts those cotton clouds. Surprise! She's not below sheets. Not even in bed. Must have fallen asleep in a chair. And quite uncomfortably so. Her head hangs, is bent low. That's why it's so heavy. She must really focus her attention better, listen to that stupid music with more concentration.

Suddenly her ears pop. There is more. It's not only music. A low soft murmuring. Voices? The music is kind of background. What's going on? TV still on? She doesn't remember falling asleep before the tube. With great effort she finally succeeds in lifting her head. What a strange posture she's in. Arms crooked somehow, and prickling as if they are asleep. And what about her legs? They are kind of numb as well, it seems. How does one fall asleep like that? You can't sit in a chair with your legs like that. With great effort she shakes her head, as if turning her brain around.

Thus, finally, she forces her eyes to open.

What she sees stuns her. What's this? There is a table before her, with plates, glasses and wine. A couple dining close before her. And her ears convey new sounds. The sound of cultured voices, soft clinking cutlery and quiet background music. In the half dark behind, she sees a garden. And more tables. More people. They are all in evening dress. A faint smell of high cuisine. 

Looks like an expensive dinner party. Waiters in white shirts and black jackets move across the grass between the tables, changing plates and filling glasses. It's a crazy dream. She tries to shake herself free of the bizarre mirage. But her arms still refuse her. They feel tired beyond belief. She looks aside to find them. Where are they?! This can't be! A sharp pain shoots through her shoulders. Then she sees. They are high above her between the branches of a tree. There is rope! Her wrists! Fixed up high! 

Confused she looks down. Her breasts! No! My God!

Full panic. What's going on? She looks down again. Her skin! Her nipples! Her hole body...! Oh my God! Terror strikes as it sinks in. She's stretched out naked in front of all these people!

Her brain begins to scream in horrid shock. It's a bad dream! No, it isn't! She tries to yank her hands free. Pain hits. No dream! Sickening fear envelops her. 

The music stops. A sudden hush can be heard. Then silence. Just wind whispering the leaves. Until a voice rips through. She looks. It's a man, wearing a tuxedo.

What does he say? Something about her. That she's woken up. What does he mean..? 

That's when she catches sight of what he holds in hand. It paralyzes her mind in ghastly terror... 

It's a long fat whip.

She begins to frantically jerk at the rope above. But it holds her stretched.

In disbelieving panic she sees the man approach her, dragging his whip behind him across the grass. There's frenzied desperation in her eyes as she looks around for help. But no one stirs. They are all just watching her, glaring at her nude body, pointing at her..., laughing and smiling in eager expectation. 

Black dread jams up from her stomach... She's wide awake! There's no escape!

"NOOOO...!!" she cries, as the man's swirls up his whip...

For a split second the world freezes before her eyes.

Then even before the whip bites, she hears a roaring scream escaping from her throat... 

It fills the air...

And thrills the audience.