3 comments/ 19329 views/ 8 favorites My Lady By: WhspersInTheDark As the sun bid its final farewell of the day to the sky, the night covered the earth. As always, she had gone to the window to open it for the night, she loved the feel of the cool night air, it was the only way she could seem to sleep lately. She looked up in to the sky to admire the beauty of the full moon above. What a wonderful night, the smell of the roses and the lilacs in the garden below was like aroma therapy for her. The night air and the fragrant flowers calmed her now. The stars shone so brightly, in fact she could make out most of the constellations with little or no difficulty at all. Her friends had always gently teased her about her love of the night time things. The stars, the moon, she believed it all effected people in different ways. Most of her friends humored her about things she said she "felt" sometimes, but she knew deep in her heart, that very few, if any, believed her. The fact that she accepted this was good for her, she thought. She had always know that she was "different." She sometimes just "knew things" as a child, like when someone was coming for a visit, or who was on the other end of the telephone when it would ring. She would always keep it to herself though, quietly she would just smile to herself when she got something right. In that time, her speaking out of her abilities, would have done her more harm then good, and she knew it, so she always kept it quietly to herself. There was a time, when she almost told her mother, but at the tender age of 5, this would have surely been discounted as a vivid imagination. By the time she reached her early teens, she could tell when someone was in trouble, or when something bad was about to happen, but still she kept it all inside, never wanting anyone to know that she wasn't "normal." By the time she reached her late twenties, her parents had both passed and her "family" showed no interest in her, so she began to be more open with her abilities. Growing tired of having to keep everything bottled inside of her. She did things that other people would surely think "odd" like burying an apple and lighting a candle on all Hallow's eve, this was done to feed a hungry soul and help them to enter the light that some so desperately searched for. Sometimes something so simple as giving someone vanilla to burn for a child with a tummy ache. She had become the friendly neighborhood aroma therapist, after a visit from the lady next door, asking her if she knew of any medicine that would help her son's tummy ache and inability to sleep. She kindly suggested burning vanilla for the child, that it would ease his cramping tummy and sooth him to sleep, little did she know that this "quiet" woman next door, would announce, through the gossip channel, that her neighbor Teesha, had helped her son, and that she had seen her burning all kinds of candles in her home at night, with no lights on, incense burning. Teesha thought for sure that by the time it got back around, it would be told that she had a cauldron in her kitchen and she was seen dressed in a pointy hat riding a broom about the house. Amazingly, she only heard that she was a very good aroma therapist, though she doubted very much they would have told her more if they had heard it. But everyone smiled at her, and waved when they saw her out in the yard planting flowers or sitting under the moon in her swing. She eventually decided that either they thought she would turn them into toads if they confronted her, or that they simply didn't care "what" she was, because she was kind. In the summer time, she would get a knock on the door, asking for something to take away the pain for a skinned up knee, or a bruised elbow from the children around the small community, and as long as the children liked her, and were not afraid of her, nothing else mattered. The little ones were always coming over to visit her when she was outside, she let them touch the roses, something that no one else would ever allow because they were afraid the children would totally destroy them. But to their amazement, her flower garden, with all the touching and smelling from the children, was the healthiest bountiful flower garden there. She knew the children's love and curiosity helped the flowers grow, but she knew that trying to explain this to an"adult" would be a mute point. Teesha loved the small community she lived in, it was peaceful, people liked her, and she was surrounded by trees and living things, the nights were wonderful, all the children were inside and in bed at 10.pm at the latest. Still something was missing, an empty space inside of herself that had always been there, it didn't seem to matter who or what was in her live, it was always there, tugging on her sub conscious mind. Bringing her thoughts back to present, she rose to leave her window seat to do her nightly routine by lighting the candles by the bed and all around the room. She stopped suddenly, catching something out of the corner of her eye. She wasn't quite sure what it was that she had seen, or if in fact she had seen anything at all, but something inside of her knew that she did see...something...a shadow?, a tree branch possibly. She leaned out her window for a closer look, hmmm, nothing. She tried to shrug it off as stress or just plain old tiredness, that was it, she was just tired. Trying to convince herself that this was, in fact, what it was, she brought her head back inside the window and lit her candles. Once this was done, she decided, because of her apparent hallucination, that she would just lie down on her comfy feather bed, and look out the window, there she could see only the sky, thus preventing another infraction of her brain. Giggling silently to herself for her silliness, she searched and found, what constellations she could find, then turned her attention to the flames of the candles. Meditating using candles was her favorite way to drain the tension of the day, and the "feeling" she was having, that something was out there that night, was still cause a stir within her she simply could not shake. She always loved how they seemed to make dancing shadows on the walls, flickering once in awhile. Their shadows seemingly caressed each other at times. Her mind drifted again, to a familiar fantasy that she would loose herself in when she felt lonely. So handsome, was her dream lover, he would hold her in his arms and kiss her gently. His long black hair brushing across her arms when he lay down next to her. The deeper she lost herself in her dream, the less she noticed what was going on around her, all of her new candles but one, had gone completely out, and that one was very dim now. Drifting in and out of consciousness, she barely noticed that a thick mist had crept to her window, and was now just outside her room. The feeling inside her had become stronger, but she couldn't seem to fight off the semi conscious state that had almost completely overtaken her now. But somehow this "feeling" had changed, it had gone from the "something or someone is watching you" feeling, to a soft gently tug at her soul, almost a seduction of sorts. No fear, no anxiety, just an overwhelming sense of longing. From half closed eyes, she glanced at her window, barely making out the mist that seemed to loom in the entrance of her room, not moving, just suspended there, without thought, she beckoned it to her, an overwhelming need to feel it's cool moist presence around her. No conscious, rational thought entered her mind now, there was no want or need for it, she simply decided to let her "dream" take over, and lead to wherever it may. As the mist floated through her window and surrounded her, she simply closed her eyes in her semi conscious state, and let her sub conscious mind take over. If she had only known that looking at the very dim candle, she would have seen the shadow that appeared on the wall, things may have been very different. At first she heard only soft whispers of her name," Teesha, my lovely Teesha," it would say, "As you called to me, I came, and I am here. Let me love you as no other can." The voice was so soothing, so filled with passion, she had neither the will, or the desire, to refuse. Through still closed eyes, she opened her arms, letting her body take over. The first sensation she felt was the gentle pressure of a large but gentle hand stroking her hair, it was not until what she believed to be the most sensual kiss she had ever received was happening, that she opened her eyes. Never in a million years did she believe that this could happen, lying next to her on his side, handsome head propped on one hand, she looked into his eyes, it was him, imagination or not, it was him, her dream lover, easing her hand to the back of his neck, she pulled him closer. The feel of his moist warm mouth on hers, kissing each lip individually at first, the gently, seductively pulling at the lower one with his teeth. As she parted her lips, she felt his tongue enter her mouth, teasingly caressing her tongue with his own each time he would glide it slowly in and out of her mouth. As his hand moved down her face and to her slender throat, she felt the very deepest part of her, that empty space, the space that no one had ever come close to touching, begin to come alive. So slowly he caressed her, as not to miss one inch. She moved her hand from his neck, up into his hair, running her fingers along his scalp, entangling her hand gently into the thick black hair. The deep almost inaudible moan that came from him caused electricity to seemingly run through her body. Slowly he released her mouth from his own, so slowly it was almost painful for her, kissing each lip once more, he moved his mouth to her forehead, placing soft moist kisses, while his hand continued to caress her throat. Turning slowly onto her side, she began returning his soft kisses, starting at his squared jaw, opening her mouth slightly to taste his skin. His hand moved to her shoulder, slowly pushing aside the tiny strap of the white muslin gown she was wearing, just off her shoulder enough for him to feel nothing but the softness of her. From his jaw, she moved slowly towards his ear, leaving tiny traces of moisture from her slowly flickering tongue along the way. She kissed him just behind his ear lobe, and gently nipped at the soft flesh. His skin tasted of musk, a bittersweet taste she now was very fond of. His hand went back to her shoulder, and he gently pushed her onto her back, pressing her softly to the bed. He looked deeply into her eyes, not moving, she took his large hand into her own much smaller one, and placed it on the lacing on the bodice of the soft muslin gown, his fingers now moved on their own, with great expertise, un tying the delicate strands that held the front of her gown together. Most carefully he untied the first strands of lace, softly kissing her lips, then down her throat, he placed moist kisses to every part of skin he uncovered as he removed the laces from their loops one at a time. His hand went to her left shoulder, removing the tiny strap and sliding down her arm. Reaching her wrist with the strap, he moved to her right shoulder, brushing his fingertips ever so slightly across her breasts. The intake of her breath at the motion, returned his eyes to hers. Though his lips never moved, and he spoke not a word, she heard every word his eyes said "I do as you wish, sweet Teesha, tell me to stop and I will ." She said nothing, she only wished in her mind he would never stop, that he would remain with her for eternity. As if her read her thoughts, he returned his hand to the strap on her right shoulder, and pushed it slowly down her arm. His kisses again being placed on her skin, from her collar bone, where the first lace had been removed, slowly down her chest. As if unwrapping the most fragile package, he released the last lace from his loop, and gently pushed aside the muslin that covered her breast. Her hands gently stroked his hair as he raised his head from just above her breast, and looked into her eyes. Once again, his eyes spoke to her, "There will be no rush tonight my lady, for time for us will stand still until you command it to once again return to motion" He then kissed her again, but this time it was different, a deeper kiss, not quite as gentle, but certainly painless. His hand once again glided down her slender throat, stopping for just a moment, as if to feel her pulse beating through her flesh then moving to her soft shoulder and back across her chest, just above her breasts. Raising her hand she once more pulled him to her, as his hand gently cupped her breast. A whisper touch at first, his mouth covering hers, he could feel her gasp in pleasure, slowly he moved his fingers around the upper most part of her breast, circling inward, until his finger tips were the slightest movement from the swollen pink nipple. In her mind, she was pleading him to touch her, every inch of her, until there was not one tiny place his fingers did not know. As if following her thoughts, he brushed his fingertips across her nipple, then softly held it between his fingers, gently messaging until she thought her breast itself would erupt into flames. She wanted to badly to touch him as well, to feel the smoothness of his phantom like flesh. It was her turn to touch him, to make him feel as she felt. Raising her hand to his shoulder, she returned the favor of gently pressing his back to the bed. Never once did he resist her, lying on his back, bent her head to his and kissed him, very gently, very lightly, on his moist full lips, moving then to his chin, and down to his throat, gliding her tongue lightly across his flesh. The shirt he wore was black as night, fitting loosely over his body, with what appeared to be very antique buttons down the front. As he did to her, she looked into his eyes, and they spoke once again. "Do with me as you will My Lady, Tis I who serves you." One by one, she undid the buttons, leaving small kisses on his smooth skin each time a new piece was exposed. How soft and smooth he felt to her, almost like the mist from which he appeared, moist, and cool to the touch. The last button brought another low sound from him, almost a growl as she kissed the skin just above his waistband, her hand upon his now exposed stomach, she could feel the muscles there tighten. No hurry, she thought as she gracefully placed one leg over his legs, and brought herself to a sitting position across his thighs. Putting her hands over his, he rose to the sitting position she needed for the removal of his shirt. Placing her hands on the inside of his shirt, she moved them slowly across his shoulders, sliding the shirt down his arms, taking in the beauty of his body, never had she seen or felt such pale cool skin, especially someone with such dark hair and almost black eyes. He was the most exceptional man she had ever seen, she was tempted to remind herself that he was not real, but it was swept away before she could complete even the thought. Looking back into his eyes, the darkness of them reminded her of black velvet pools, so much in his eyes. Once again they spoke to her "In time My Lady, you will know everything..". the shirt now lying on the bed, he removed it completely from his body, and tossed it, without looking, onto the old wooden rocker beside the bed. Never did his eyes leave hers as he placed his hands on her hips...with much hesitation, she slid from her sitting position on his thighs and returned to lay next to him, his hand sliding down her thigh as she moved, and removing the light muslin gown completely from her. Gently laying her once more against the bed, he began to touch her...her face...her throat, where once again he paused, and then sliding across her soft skin resting his hand on her breast, slowly he began to caress her, kissing the soft flesh of her shoulders, down the length of her arms until he held her hand in his. Gently he raised her arm, raising his head to meet the top of her hand with his soft lips, gently kissing it, turning her hand over, to kiss the palm, until his lips rested on her wrist, opening his mouth to lightly brush his tongue across the silky flesh of it. Her skin tasted of sweet jasmine and honey...he could feel her pulse beneath his lips...and then, for the first time, he had to remind himself, to stop. Gliding his tongue over her wrist one more time, he closed his mouth, and gently kissed her wrist, lifting her arm above her head, to rest on the feather pillow just above it. Her arm, resting for only a second where he had placed it, went to his cheek, caressing it. raising her head slightly, she placed the kiss on the other cheek, and returned her arm to the pillow. Once more he touched her hand, stroking her palm with his fingertips, slowly sliding down the inside of her arm with his hand. His eyes following as his hand traced the outline of her under arm, to the side of her breast, gently surrounding the soft firmness of it with his hand while her right hand once more gently began to weave itself into the rich black hair of his head. Her left hand now resting on his broad shoulder. Again he circled the swollen peak of her breast with his fingers, then bending his head, he opened his mouth and with his tongue, he began to do the same. Only when she arched her back towards him, did he take the swollen peak into his mouth, gently he suckled her, his tongue wrapping itself around her nipple. Her hand now lightly pressing his head to her body. It was almost painful for him to release the exquisite flesh of her from his mouth. She didn't know how much more of the bittersweet torture she could stand. Bringing his mouth to hers, he kissed her with a passion that would exceed all others. Moving his hand under her back, he pulled her so close to him, that he could feel the beating of her heart. He fought with all he had to restrain himself, how badly he wanted her, to feel the very core of her, he only wished that he could somehow completely disappear within her, never to leave. Her hand resting on his shoulder, she pulled him towards her until she could pull him no closer. He kissed her so deeply, he feared he would hurt her, and tried to pull away, but as the words came from her lips, so his attempt ceased. His hand moved down her back, and over her bottom, with the same circling motion, he moved to her hip across her back, and back the tender flesh of her bottom once more, as he messaged her flesh, she began to softly moan, his hand then ran down the outside of her thigh gently lifting her leg until her thigh rested over his waist. What happened next made him fight even harder to restrain himself, her hand slid down his chest, and over his belly, without hesitation, her hand explored even farther down, until she could feel the hardness of him beneath her palm. With one swift movement, he could have easily removed the breaches he wore, but he fought with all that was within him, she had to tell him, without her request, by words, or the look in her eyes, he could do nothing. He himself did not know how much longer he could keep his restraint, but knowing that any move made without her request would remove him from her forever, he painfully waited. Lifting his mouth from hers, gently kissing her lips on the way, he looked into her eyes, such fire and passion awaited him, but it all hung on her command, he wondered if she even knew the power that she had over him. "Why do you restrain yourself?" her eyes pleaded for the answer to her question, she waited for him to answer, and once again, his eyes spoke to her mind, "Tis you , My Lady, that holds the power. Tis you who holds me at bay" "My sweet Lady Teesha, you must tell me love, you must tell me what you desire" And as soft as a whisper, she replied, "It's you I want, forever, never to leave me" As much as he wanted to full fill desires and pleasure she never knew existed, he stopped cold, he couldn't do it, he had her permission, her desire, her passion, her body, right there in front of him for the taking, at her request, but there were consequences for her request, and though he didn't have to tell her right now, he could make love to her for hours, until there was nothing left of either one of them, but he realized something all at once... My Lady He loved her... So deeply he loved her that he would gladly walk the earth for eternity, just to hear her say she loved him in return. And for the first time, he looked deeply into her eyes, and he spoke. "My Lady, there is something you should know" her eyes told him what she wanted, she wanted to be with him, now and forever, but he had to know for sure that it was not just the desire, for the first time in thousands of years, he wanted to be loved. "My Lady, please, allow me this, to speak what I must say" raising her hand to his face, she stroked his cheek, "If it is so important to you, I will listen" bringing his hand to her mouth, she kissed it, asked him to speak. His voice now so flooded with desire, he was afraid she would not hear him, but he had to try. "My Lady, If you make love with me tonight, there can never be any other for you, though you have had all the power from the very beginning, you must relinquish it to me now." "You called to me, and I am here, I would take great pleasure in bringing you to the ecstasy that you have never known, and will never know again I fear should I leave you" "I have broken the rules my Lady, I have done something that I have not done in thousands of years, I will only remain if you speak the words from your soul, without them, I will be gone from you" "You see, My Lady, I am what I am, and should you decide to bind to me, you belong to me...The daytime is yours...to do with what you wish, but your nights, from this night until time is no more, belong to me. please know this ,I could have full filled every desire you could imagine, and told you after, but I did not." Then, all at once, something inside of her awakened, that empty space was not only filled, it ran over...and to her surprise, it ran over with something she had never truly had for any man...love. without hesitation, she looked into his eyes, and spoke her reply... " I don't care what you are, all that matters is that you are here with me, and please forgive me for what I am about to say, I don't even know your name...but I do know this ...I love you I relinquish anything to you that you desire" All the centuries of loneliness disappeared without a trace from his very old soul. "All I desire you to relinquish to me My Lady, is what you already have of mine...your heart" "but remember My Lady, until we are one, you have the power to cast me away, you must invite me My Lady, without your request, I will vanish with the morning light." and with that, he covered her mouth with his, his restraints now gone, with her permission, he was free to do what he had been waiting to do for what seemed like an eternity...all he had ever wanted to do since the first time her soul cried out to him...he could make love to her. In one swift movement, the breaches he wore were gone. But still he did not hurry, he would never hurry with her, not this one, they would be together for eternity at her request. Releasing her mouth, he moved to her throat, teasingly gliding his tongue across her flesh, his hand claiming her breast as she arched against him. Her hand found him easily, she could feel his desire...his hand released her breast and moved down, gently stroking her belly with his fingers, moving downward, to the velvet mound of hair that covered her most sacred place. He lowered his head once more, taking one swollen peak of her breast into his mouth, tracing a line to the other with his tongue, claiming that one as well, while his hand gently caressed the velvet below her waist. Her trembling hand reached out for him, pulling his mouth back to hers. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she slowly pushed him onto his back... returning her mouth to his. Taking her time, she began to move away from his mouth, her sensual kisses setting his skin on fire as she moved down to his chin, and then to his throat, kissing and gently nipping at the flesh on each side, until he thought he felt his desire was so red hot, that he would surely burst into flames. His hand found the long hair and weave itself into it. Running his fingers down to the underside of her hair, he buried his hand in the honey colored mass, and gently tugged as her mouth now moved down his chest, and covered his own nipples, suckling and lightly running her tongue around the hardened peaks. Moistening her lips, she traveled farther downward, stopping for a moment to circle his belly button with her tongue. Just when he thought he would explode from the desire within him, she traveled lower, taking his desire into her warm moist mouth. The agonizing moan that came from him, brought her to his side. She could see the fire in his eyes as he could see her own in hers. His arms went around her and he pulled her sweet mouth to his...this time there would be no mercy, never would he harm her, but he would be no mistaking this kiss, there would never be another after him. Gently he pressed her to the bed, his mouth never leaving hers, his hands leaving fire wherever they touched her. It was increasingly difficult for him to maintain composer, but just a little while longer, he wanted to be sure that she experienced the ecstasy and pleasures she had never known before him, while silently making a vow she would never again be without them. Painfully slowly, he began following his hands with his mouth, leaving moist sensual kisses all over her body as she arched towards him. No inch of her would be unexplored by him, and he would know without a doubt , the sweet taste of her could never be surpassed. Her trembling body brought his mouth away from the velvet below, to travel down the inside of her thigh...and then he heard her...barely a whisper..."please my love...come to me" without a word, on her command, he moved over her, gently pushing her legs open a little farther, All that he ever wanted was in her eyes as he positioned himself to enter her, he was almost afraid of his own desire, that he would hurt her...and he paused. " It's time my love" she whispered, "to be where you belong" With those words resounding in his ears, he slowly entered her, with the patience rivaled only by his love for her, he waited ...making sure she was not being hurt...as her hips moved against him, he knew. slowly he began to move with her...bracing his weight on his elbows, he lowered his mouth to hers. He wanted to love her slowly, taking as much time as she would allow, he wanted to feel every movement of her body, how it felt to be inside her, he wanted all of her. Their slow, erotic pace lasted went on as he kissed her gently, as she ran her fingers through his hair, and gently tugged the underside of it, the simple act caused him to slightly increase the pace of their union, he raised his head from her mouth to look into her eyes... a smile so innocent, yet so unexplainably knowing, appeared on her lips as she wrapper her legs around his waist, and began to tug on his hair...just a little harder... the glowing eyes above her, only pushed her desire further...she began to move faster...her sighs almost a whimper...he didn't want her testacy to end just yet...leaning to one side, he rolled over onto his back, bringer her to rest on top of him. Once again she started to move, slowly, his hands went to her hips to steady her, and helping her move at the same time. Her sighs became louder...as she her breathing became faster. He could feel everything about her...and knew he would never leave. His own breathing became faster, as his heart raced out of control...in one swift movement, he was on top of her again...as her legs once more came to rest around his waist...she reached out for him...and pulled her down upon her...he looked directly into her eyes...to speak to her with his own...but to his glorious delight... before he could even think...she cried out his name...from deep inside her...she had always known it...as she knew that someday he would come to her...and make her his...the simple act of saying his name...exploded within him...as they reached the highest plain of ecstasy together...she pulled his head to her slender white throat... "forever my love...forever" My Lady Searching, I have never found one. Still there are rumors that I will find one here at the club. She is blond and has nice breasts. She usually wears some kind of pleated skirt. I enter, scanning the room for potential blonds. She is over at the bar sipping some girlie drink. I sit down at a table nearby so I can watch her and the girls dancing on the other side. My nipples are hard, just from the possibility of identifying someone such as herself. I wait. She uncrosses her legs, turning towards the dance floor to my left. Someone whispers in her ear, pointing towards me. Our eyes lock. I smile at her. She gets up, smoothing the skirt over her upper thighs. I am thinking about letting my fingers walk right up underneath that skirt and finding what I want under there. She walks over. her breasts bouncing a little, sending shivers up my spine as I spot hard nipples through the thin cotton top she is wearing. "Hi there, my name is Jessica. My friend saw you staring at me." "I can't help looking at at beautiful woman such as yourself. I'm Kate." "You're new. Wanna dance?" "Sure." I finished my beer and got up from the table. It was a fast song at first, but we got into a rhythm that was just fine with me. It continued like that for awhile until a slower song came up. Jessica came closer and put my hands around her waist. she put her hands on my shoulders. Our bodies were touching from neck to knees at this point. our breast were mushed together. I knew I never wanted this song to end. At some point I felt her lower her head to my shoulder. I could feel her moist breath on my neck. I let my hands lower a bit and press into the cleavage of her ass. The last few notes of the song sounded and finally ended. We parted then but she grabbed my hand "Wanna get out of here?" She asked with a smile. I nodded in response. We walked down the road to a motel. Jessica already had a key. We went inside the room without pause. She took of her shirt right in the living room revealing her pert breasts to my gaze. I eagerly took her into my arms my mouth latching onto one of her nipples. She grabbed me and pulled me closer. She played with one of my breasts in one hand and another snaked down to my crotch groping my vagina. My hips moved with the rhythm of her hand. Soon it was getting hot and heavy in here. With my mouth on her nipple I placed both of my hands on her ass and pulled her closer. She tried keeping her pelvis away from me but Jessica didn't know that I already knew her little secret. She protested a little bit but then accepted my actions and brought her pelvis right up to mine. She revealed what I knew to be a large bulge up against the lips of my pussy. I moaned against her nipple which seemed to excite her even more. She moaned a little grinding up against me. I let my hands wander beneath her skirt find her underwear and pulling them down in one harsh movement. I broke the embrace and pushed her into the bedroom in the back. "Wait a minute! There's something you should know." Jessica said breathing heavily. "What? That you've got a cock? I know already. I could feel your bulge just now." I said pushing her forward still. "You still want me?" She asked in a small pleading voice. "Of course! Now get on that bed and show me whatchya got!" I commanded. I stripped of my own clothes. "Feel me. Feel how wet I am!" I said once we got into the bedroom. I took her hand and brought it to my moist pussy. She giggled and leaned forward to kiss me. I let her explore my mouth while my hands went back under that skirt to discover what I always wanted to feel: cock. I found a nice hard hot erection, dripping with precum under there. "Lay down on the bed." I said. She did. I climbed on top of her and pulled the skirt up. I squatted over her. By now I've had a few beers but I didn't want that to stop us. My very full bladder complained as I let her be sheathed by my wet cunt. She lifted her hips wildly. "Wow! I've never had someone as enthusiastic about be with a person like me before." Jessica said as we fucked. Feeling her hard cock penetrate me felt awesome, and was driving me wild. I humped her with wild abandon. She grabbed me, pulled me down on top of her and kissed me full on the mouth. She stuck her tongue in my mouth as she drove her cock deep inside me. She pulled back and told me she was going to blow her load. I urged her on. As soon as I felt her start spewing, my own orgasm dragged me into my own little world of extraordinary pleasure. Wave after wave of excitement washed over me. We both lay there in stunned silence. What just happened? I just fucked a lady with a real live cock. A fantasy I've wanted to fill since I was 20. We were heavily breathing making our chests heave. It was a wonderful sight. I could feel her cum leaking out of me. "That was the best sex I've ever had, I think." Jessica said, she had a stunned look on her face. "Want more?" I asked with a devilish grin. My Lady My lady, Jeanne, is the most gorgeous woman I have ever known! I never DREAMED I would ever have a lady this beautiful! She is an attractive brunette, 5'6", with big 36DD tits that I worship, a wonderful figure, a cute neatly trimmed pussy, and a smile that makes men melt! We have been together for over a year. None of her previous lovers, including her late husband, ever "talked" in bed, so when I introduced dirty talking in bed, it added a whole other dimension for her sexually. Did she ever pick up on it quickly! And that is only one aspect of her sexuality that makes her the most incredible lover I have ever had! I LOVE that she is a lady "outside the bedroom" while being a whore with me "behind closed doors"! She has made all of my sexual fantasies come true, and our TOTAL trust in each other allows us to explore ALL of our fantasies and desires -- including role playing, photography, and videotaping. We have NO secrets from each other and have shared our sexual pasts with each other -- in detail -- which really turns us on! There is NOTHING we won't do with each other, and best of all, we are totally in love! I LOVE holding, caressing, and cuddling my lovely lady; I have told her that if I had to choose between cuddling and having sex, I would have to choose cuddling. Holding her, feeling our naked bodies molded together in various positions, lasts the entire night while sex lasts less than an hour. Fortunately we can have both! The other evening after showering, I took a Cialis anticipating that Jeanne might want some good fucking. Since Cialis works for 36 hours, I figured there was no rush, so if we were too tired tonight, it would still be effective tomorrow. I LOVE that Jeanne always sleeps in the nude! Naked, I crawled into bed and cuddled up behind the woman that I love, molding my naked body against hers, and began to gently fondle her luscious body in the spoon position. I love caressing her smooth skin, holding her tightly in my arms, and cupping the fullness of her huge double-D tits in my hands. I was not overly anxious to have sex since I knew we had all night and all the next day, but I felt my cock begin to stiffen, and so did she! We began "talking" explicitly as we caressed each other which turned us on even more. I eventually slid my hand down her smooth firm belly over her neatly trimmed bush and felt how wet she was! I commented about her wetness and asked if she wanted to fuck. She gave me the answer I expected, and we kissed each other passionately, now needing each other desperately. We tossed off the covers, and as she eagerly spread her legs, I climbed on top of her. We guided my rigid cock into her wet entrance, and with one easy thrust, I pushed myself up into her! My cock felt SO good completely buried inside my lady! Propped up with my arms, I began to slowly fuck her in the missionary position with long deep strokes. I admired her massive tits as they swayed on her chest with each of my thrusts, as she squirmed with pleasure beneath me. I then leaned down and kissed her deeply as I continued humping into her, her arms lovingly embracing me as we fucked. I slowly withdrew my stiff cock from her cunt, now coated with her delicious pussy juice, and told her I wanted to try another position. She enthusiastically complied as I positioned her on her left side with me on my knees straddling her left leg. I had her bring her right leg up toward her chest giving me easy access to her aroused pussy. With my left hand I guided my manhood between her slippery vaginal lips and eased myself into her again. In this position I fucked her with even DEEPER strokes telling her that this was the position in which my younger son was conceived. As we unhurriedly fucked in this position, she said that she had never done it this way before which made me want to explode inside her in this position. She told me she wanted my cum, and I certainly wanted to give it to her! I felt myself close and went for it, pounding into her hard and deep until I was beyond the point of no return. I groaned, "I'm gonna cum!" and then started shooting my load inside Jeanne's womanhood as my orgasm exploded throughout my body. I moaned with pleasure as I ejaculated deep inside my sweet lover's cunt. Not anxious to withdraw from her pussy, I waited until every last drop of cum oozed from my spent dick before I slowly pulled out and collapsed behind her holding her in my arms. We fell asleep in the spoon position with her cuddled securely in my arms. We awoke early in the morning and talked some more as we tenderly caressed each other's body. Again we got turned on and wanted to fuck, so she positioned herself in the scissors position, her on her back with me on my right side straddling her right leg with my legs with her left leg over my hip. I guided my hardness into her hungry pussy and began fucking, relishing the warm wetness of our combined juices from the night before. She told me she wanted my cum, and we fucked while holding hands until I again moaned with orgasmic pleasure, filling her with another load. We remained locked in that position, with my spent cock inside her warm pussy, for ten minutes before we eventually got out of bed. We ate breakfast and showered, and I was working on my computer in the living room. Jeanne came into the room wearing only a robe and told me to take my clothes off! I obeyed as I watched her take off her robe showing off her breathtaking nakedness! She had me sit on the sofa and knelt before me on the carpet taking my cock into her mouth and began performing fellatio. She is a SUPERB cocksucker! I watched my lover's head steadily bob up and down on my stiff organ, giving me the ultimate pleasure a woman can give her man. She expertly lifted her head up until the rim of my cockhead slipped from her lips and then immediately lowered her head down the shaft, over and over again until I felt myself close. Too close! I wanted to give her HER pleasure, so told her I wanted to eat her. She let my cock slip from her lips, smiling, knowing she was now going to receive her pleasure. I positioned her on the sofa as I knelt on the floor between her spread legs. I leaned over her and tenderly kissed the woman I love. Then I moved down and gently sucked each of her beautiful tits before moving toward the object of my desire -- her womanhood. I admired her gorgeous juicy pussy, now only inches from my face, and leaned down and kissed her splendid sex, savoring her aroma. I then began to gently lick the smooth silky skin around her clitoris. Her intense excitement was obvious from the excessive wetness of her pussy, which turned me on even more! Jeanne moaned how good my tongue felt as her hands gently held my head against her crotch. I relished the taste of her pussy juices and the smoothness of her skin surrounding her excited clit as my tongue ran circles around her swollen nub in a counterclockwise motion. Her hips instinctively undulated as she moaned her approval telling me that no man has ever eaten her the way I do. I hungrily lapped her sex with my tongue. Her hands on my head and her sighs of pleasure guided my sexual attack. She moaned that I was going to make her cum, and I intensified my assault, yearning to bring my baby to orgasm. As she cried out in orgasmic pleasure, her climax rippled throughout her body, I continued lapping her sensitive clit until she begged me to stop, at which point I just held my tongue against the center of her being as she savored the final waves of sexual pleasure. As Jeanne recovered from her climax, telling me what a wonderful lover I was, I gently kissed her sweet pussy one last time before getting up and going into the kitchen to wipe her sex juices from my face. When I came back in, Jeanne had me sit on the sofa, knelt before me, and began sucking my cock. Although the pleasure she was giving me was exquisite, I felt like fucking my lady and told her so. She smiled, and we both stood up as she waited for me to tell her what I wanted. I took her by the hand, led her to the side of the couch, and had her bend over. I wanted to fuck her in the standing doggie position. With my left hand, I guided my erection between her spread legs and eased my hips forward. Reaching between her legs with her hand, she grasped my hard cock and guided it to her entrance, and I pushed myself into her warm wet pussy. As I began thrusting in and out of her, she was a bit too high, so I told her to stand flat-footed rather than on her tip toes. She did, and it was easier to fuck her from behind. I placed my hands on her shapely hips as she bent from the waist resting her torso on the left arm of the sofa. I went at it, fucking her from behind. I wanted to give her my third load, and I wasn't going to hold back, so I pounded into her from behind, slamming my body against hers with each thrust. I felt myself close and told her. I fucked her hard and deep until I once again felt my cum exploding from my body into hers, our bodies locked together as I groaned with ecstatic pleasure, filling her once more with my warm milky fluid. She lovingly accepted my third load of semen that erupted from deep within my body as I pumped it deep into hers. Again our bodies remained fused together until her tight pussy milked every last drop of cum from my dick. With my hands still holding her hips, I slowly withdrew my spent penis from Jeanne's vagina. Once gain that evening, in bed before going to sleep, my sweet lady went down on me. We both know I can't hold off long when she sucks my cock. I watched my lover as she expertly performed fellatio on me. As I felt myself beyond the point of no return, I moaned, "Oh, I'm gonna cum!" As she always does, she kept sucking until I started shooting my load into her mouth. As my intense orgasm wracked my body, she sucked the cum from my prick and swallowed every last drop! Then totally satisfied, sexually and emotionally, I brought her up and molded my body behind hers, and we cuddled on our sides, falling asleep as I held the love of my life securely in my arms. My Lady Barber This is a story, not representing anyone in real life. I had gone to get a haircut. It is a small shop that has 3 women and one man, I guess that is why I go there. It is not a salon; it is just a barbershop. Stylists don’t know how to cut hair; a plain taper in the back is beyond their skills. Anyway, my turn came and I got the older of the three women, there were only two there that day but I had had my hair cut by her before. My tastes are simple so it didn’t matter who I got. I sat down in the chair and she said “And what are we going to do today with this beautiful hair”. Let me explain here, I do not have beautiful hair, I am 66 and have almost white hair which is sparse. I keep it very short; the intent is to be able to wash it with a washcloth. Appearance is second to practicality; after all, I can’t see it unless looking in a mirror which I only do to shave. So that comment of hers triggered a nerve in my brain. I told her a number 2, which she knew is a buzz cut with the number 2 attachment. While explaining this, she had put her hand on my shoulder, which was I thought to be an act of intimacy. It turns out that it really was an approach to a meeting. Throughout the procedure we bantered small talk, she hinting innuendoes and me replying in a flirting way. Anyway, after she cut my hair, she stood in front of me and looked deeply into my eyes, after an embarrassing length of time, she said “ Your eyebrows look OK.” Again let me explain, I do not have bushy eyebrows. She kept looking into my eyes. I could sense a need, a desire, and a submission so to speak. I got up to pay and as she was somewhat flustered trying to figure out how to make change for a $20 dollar bill which was obvious, I showed her how to charge $7 and keep a $2 tip for herself. Taking the chance, I leaned close to her and whispered, “You are mischievous today, maybe you need a spanking.” She gave out a small gasp, touched my arm, and asked me if I had a moment to look at something. I said yes at which point she led me into the office, closing the door when we were inside. She stared into my eyes and said nothing. I reached behind her with my left hand, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to me. Several seconds went by with no words spoken, I reached up with my right hand and pinched her left nipple. Her mouth opened and a moan spilled forth. With that I knew she was under my control. I lifted her sweater and pushed her bra up over her left breast. I then teased her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, which immediately made it hard. Slowly applying pressure, I pinched as hard as I could and gave it a half twist. Her knees started to buckle and she grabbed my shoulder for support. “Do you want me to quit?” “No, it hurts so good.” My fingers were tiring so I finally had to let go of her nipple. She moaned in disappointment and then gasped as the blood returned which intensified the pain. I fingered the bra and said, “This must go.” Reaching inside her slacks I pulled on the panties and said, “These too.” Slipping my hand on farther down, I pulled on her pubic hair and said, “This too, I want you not only accessible but I want to see you also.” She moaned in pleasure and nodded in acceptance. I gave her my IM screen name and told her to look for me on line. That night I signed on and immediately she popped up on my buddy list. I let her sit there wondering if I was going to acknowledge her before I said anything. Finally I said “Hello” “Sir, I’ve been waiting for you.” “Does your nipple hurt?” “No Sir, it throbs with passion from your touch, it is the other one that aches for the same.” She asked, “When can I see you?” “Maybe tomorrow.” I wanted her to anticipate our first meeting, think of the possibilities, and crave it so bad that she wanted to beg, but knew better. I signed off. The next evening I signed on and found her waiting. Again I let her wait, and she was obedient, not saying anything until spoken to. I asked for her address, which she immediately gave me. I asked her if she was alone of which she said yes. I signed off. I arrived at her house an hour later. She obviously had been watching for me because the front door opened as I was getting out of the car. I grabbed the bag of supplies I had picked up and entered the house. She was wearing a robe and as soon as I closed the door she let it drop to the floor. We stood looking at each other, silently surveying the situation, and then I grabbed her by the hair and this time I kissed her. Her mouth opened and I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I broke the kiss and cupped her breast to examine it. Her left nipple showed no signs of the abuse it had taken earlier, but I knew it was sore. I flicked it with my finger to confirm that it was and she moaned in response. She pushed the right nipple towards me, indicating a need for a repeat action, which I shook my head no to. Instead, I had her spread her legs so I could inspect her privates. As I had requested, her mound was shaved smooth, soft from lotion and the lips swollen in arousal. “Are you going to spank me now?” “No, I have decided to zipper you, far more intense, and capable of producing a catatonic state of arousal.” I could tell by the questioning look on her face that she did not know what I was talking about, but being obedient, kept quiet to accept whatever I had in store for her. I took her into the kitchen and opened the bag to get the rope I had purchased. I had her lie on the table on her back with her feet flat and spread to the edge. I tied her feet to the tabletop to secure them. The effect was awesome. Her newly exposed vulva was prominently displayed and already moist. I had no doubt it was in that state all afternoon just thinking of what was to come. I pulled her arms over her head, tied the wrists together and tied them to both table legs so they were centered. The next thing out of the bag was a ball of twine. I fastened one end to the table, then draped it over her breasts. She was watching in wonderment until I took out the bag of clothespins. Then the vague idea began to materialize. Holding the twine with my left hand, I placed an open clothespin over it on the flesh just below the side of her breast, then allowed it to close. The skin was pinched with the twine running through the clothespin. She jumped a little because this flesh on the side of her ribcage is tender, however, that miniscule difference would be lost as I continued with the task. The next one went as close as possible to the first, again straddling the twine and pinching the flesh. This one was over that ridge of cartilage that was the base for the breast, not much flesh, and just the skin. The effect wouldn’t matter though; the ripping off of the clamp would still leave a welt. Her breasts were rather small so it only took four more clamps to reach the aureole. The clamp on the aureole brought a gasp, then the one on the nipple produced a moan and a lifting of her chest. There was little movement because of her arms being tied under the table. I put another next to it and waited, allowing her to feel what was happening and what was to come. When I thought the pain had subsided to an ache I continued. I slipped a noose made from dental floss around her nipple below the clothespin, then tightening it; I pulled her breast to the side and secured it to the table with some tape. This allowed me access to the inner sides of her breasts. The progress down the inside of the breast had no response, but the soft flesh in her cleavage triggered a moan. The trip up the inside of the other breast was equally uneventful, but the three clamps on the pink tissue were painful, perhaps worse than the first. The anticipation and knowing what was coming would do that. I sat back and waited, wanting her to savor the feeling. When her breathing returned to normal, I slipped a seam ripper under the floss and cut the noose. The movement of the breast and the returning blood to the nipple made her scream through clenched teeth. It wasn’t loud enough to alert the neighbors, but I knew the zipper would make her scream loud enough. I knew how to prevent that. I finished putting the clamps on down the side of her breast and one on the soft flesh beneath it. I stood back and examined the sight. Her skin was taunt by the excess skin being gathered under the clamps, her breasts being molded by the squeezing. I reached down and slipped my fingers under her labia, stroking it with my thumb. Her head was shaking back and forth, pleading with me silently, yet wanting that pain also. I smiled and told her we would leave that for another day. I dampened the dishcloth and wiped the perspiration from her face, then bent down and kissed her. Our tongues sought each other and saliva was traded between us. I stood up and said, “Well dear, it is time.” Her breathing quickened and her sphincters were contracting in passion. I reached across her and grabbed the loose end of the twine. I placed my left hand over her mouth to muffle the scream, then yanked all the clothespins off. The progressive noise of them snapping together after leaving the flesh sounded like a huge zipper. She screamed into my hand and raised her hips as far off the table as she could. I watched the tiny blue welts forming and heard the drips from her cunt hit the table from her orgasm. It was amazing that she could maintain such muscle strain for as long as she did, but I surmised that it was only achievable from her catatonic state. Gradually her hips lowered to the table and she opened her eyes. I left her to float in her dream world and moved down between her splayed legs. Her labia were swollen framing the clit that had surfaced from the flesh covering it. Her breathing was moving air in and out of her dilated vagina; it was open enough to see the wet inner walls. I slipped in a rod I had brought with me until it hit her cervix, and noted the depth of her vagina from the graduations I had marked on it. I snapped on a latex glove and pushed three fingers into her. There was no resistance and no recognition from her; she was still off in subspace. From that I could estimate the desirable diameter of her vaginal sphincter. These two measurements were necessary for our next meeting. With that accomplished, it was time for my pleasure. I pulled my cock from my pants and spread her cheeks so I could see her anus. As I expected, the juices had run down across it and wetted it. I placed the head of my cock against the opening and watched as the juices gathered momentarily then ran around it coating the junction. I pulled back to let it coat the tip, then pressed in, gaining a little entrance. I felt her clenching her muscle in anticipation as I waited for more fluid to coat head of my cock. When I felt the juice run around the dry flesh to continue its journey, I pulled back again. Once again I pushed in, only this time I broached the sphincter and felt half the head enter her. I stopped and began to stroke myself. She finally understood what I was doing and begged me to push it all the way in. I ignored her and continued. Finally I reached the peak and sprayed my cum into her passage. When she felt the hot slime enter her, she cried out “Please, fuck me.” I again ignored her and pulled out when I was finished. I moved to the head of the table and placed my cock so she could get the head of it in her mouth, but no more. Her lips wrapped around it and I saw her cheeks cave in as she sucked. There was a tingling all the way to my ass as the conduit collapsed and the last string of cum exited into her mouth. She tried to engulf more of my cock, but I pulled out, saying “Another time perhaps.” I untied her and left her spent in ecstasy on the table. Her head had rolled to the side and her legs were jerking in response to the lingering orgasm. I let myself out and went home. I knew she would be there waiting for me online. I had decided that the next session would bring her wish, but not as tame as she thought. My hand could not administer the punishment to the degree I had envisioned.