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Absence

By: Calpurnius Erex



Someone once said: Absence makes the heart grow fonder. It was true. Leta had been on the West Coast for two weeks visiting friends from college. I had stayed behind to finish writing the novel in my after-work hours. Leta and I have been apart before, but I cannot help but notice how quiet and lonely the townhouse feels without her. I didn't dwell upon those thoughts during the two weeks she was gone; I was busy with work and the novel, after all. But in those quiet moments just before bed and then again just as I woke to face the day, I realized that I was living without the soul I counted as part of mine.

It was on those last few nights, when I found myself snuggling into her side of the bed, when I found myself breathing deep upon her pillow to catch the scent of her, that I began to plan for her return.

I arranged for a car to meet her at the airport, while I made dinner at home. I had considered checking us into a hotel downtown, but she had just spent two weeks away. A homecoming seemed more apt. The car would surprise Leta, but I felt that surprise might also work in favor of my plans. I wrote her a note telling her not to be alarmed by the driver, but to simply enjoy the ride home where I would be waiting.

I watched the car pull up about forty-five minutes after her plane was scheduled to arrive. She stepped out, looking up at the darkened townhouse. I met her at the door with a kiss.

"How was the flight?" I asked.

"Tiring." Expected. Leta loved to travel, but the thousand details of it wore on her.

I saw that in her eyes, helped her off with her coat, and told her that dinner was ready. But when she walked into the dining room she saw that only one place was set. Hers.

"First you don't show up at the airport. Now I'm eating alone. Are you trying to tell me something, dear?"

"Yes," I said. I held her chair for her. She sat.

"That is?"

I bent over her and kissed her neck where it met her shoulder. "Welcome home."

"You have a strange way of showing it."

"Uh-huh," I said, stepping from the room. I went upstairs and revised chapter seven of the novel while she ate.

A little while later, I heard her stirring below. I stood at the top of the stairs.

"Hello," I called down.

"Hello," she said, glancing up at me as she unpacked her briefcase.

I curled a finger toward her.

"If I climb those stairs, I'm not coming back down."

"Good, because whatever is down there tonight can wait until tomorrow."

When she reached the top stair, I held out a hand to her and led her to the master bathroom. I had lit candles there before going to write. Now, as I led her in, I knelt to draw a hot bath. I poured three capfuls of her jasmine bubble bath into the steaming stream of water. 

Turning to her, I began unbuttoning her blouse.

"I love this," she said, "but I'm really too tired to give--"

"Shhh." I held a finger to her lips. "This is for you. Don't worry about giving anything." I peeled the blouse off her shoulders. "I wanted to do something for you." I unfastened her bra. "To show how I missed you." I eased the bra off of her. "To show how much I appreciate you." I unbuttoned her slacks. She wiggled her hips and they slipped to the floor. I hooked my thumbs inside her panties and pulled them down her thighs. "And they were all out of flowers."

Naked, she smiled and said softly, sleepily, "Good for them."

I held her hand while she stepped into the tub. She sunk into the hot jasmine bubbles. I knelt beside her in the candlelight and reached for the huge, thick sea sponge. I dipped it into the water, feeling it swell heavy, then wrung it over her shoulders. The water ran down and around her breasts in glistening rivulets. Again and again I wrung the hot water over her, letting it wash over her tense, tired muscles. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the rim of the tub. I lathered the bar soap in my hand, then began to massage her shoulders with it.

"I missed talking with you at dinner," she said.

"You deserved time to yourself after the plane."

"It doesn't mean I missed talking with you any less."

"No, but you'll hear me prattle soon enough."

"Good, I haven't had a good prattling in over a week." She gasped as my soapy hands found her breasts.

"Too hot?"

"Just a pleasant surprise."

I took her nipple between my thumb and finger to make it even more so. I pinched it lightly and twisted. She groaned. I kneaded her breast, lifting, squeezing. She arced toward me. Leaning in, I kissed her. I caressed her breast while I kissed her, letting my fingers work the fullness all the way out to her nipple. She moaned into my mouth. I teased her tongue with mine. She giggled.

My hand slid over her belly, between her legs, cupping her smooth sex. Her thighs hugged round my hand.

"I've missed feeling you there," she said.

"Uh-huh," I said, kneading the sensitive flesh. My fingers traced her slit. I slipped a finger inside her, traced round her entrance. My thumb found her clit. She gasped as I pressed the firm bud. I slipped a hand behind her neck and rubbed the taut muscles while my fingers played with her pussy. I could feel the subtle difference between her natural lubrication and the bath water. She groaned as I probed her entrance with a finger.

My finger inside her, I leaned over her to kiss her again. I pressed the tip of my tongue inside her mouth. My fingers massaged her inner walls, felt for the spongy patch just under her pubic bone. I massaged her G-spot with two fingers, her clit with my thumb, and kissed her deeply at the same time.

I continued playing with and petting her in the bath until her breath came in short gasps and her thighs tightened round my arm. I could feel the closeness of her orgasm in the tension of her body, the way she clutched my arm and shoulders with her hand.


She cried out and I felt her pussy clutching at my fingers. I rubbed her clit in circles to intensify the sensation. "Come, baby."

She groaned and slid deeper in the tub, her legs splaying wide, hips pressing her pussy against my hand.

After a while, gently, easily, I took my hand from her pussy. I let it slide up her belly to her chest, over her heart, where I held it, feeling her warmth, her breathing beginning to ease.

I kissed her.

After a few minutes rest, I stood and held a hand out to her.

"I don't know if I can stand," she said.

I leaned over her and helped her up from the shoulders. She leaned into me, hugging me close. Her cheek resting on my shoulder. I wrapped a towel around her and patted her dry. I scooped her up and carried her to our bedroom.

Drowsily, she said, "I might have a few minutes left in me, if you want--"

"I want you to sleep," I said, laying her down on the bed and crawling in next to her. She burrowed in against me.

"I'm . . . sorry . . ." She drifted.

Later, I slept.

Later still, I woke in the darkness to the touch of Leta's hand. The fingers of one hand tickled through the hair of my lower belly. The other was gently stroking my hardening cock.

"Someone's awake," she said.

I tightened pubic muscles, waving my cock in her hand. "And me, too," I said with a chuckle.

"I missed you, too." She stroked my cock from base to tip. "I wanted to do something for you." She kissed the tip. "To show my appreciation." She licked the head. "And they were all out of flowers."

"How very . . . good for them."

She sucked my cock. My hips thrust up to meet her bobbing head. I felt her lips and tongue on the sensitive head. Her fingers worked at the shaft. Her hand cupped and kneaded my balls. I groaned in total pleasure, unwound and undid by my woman's touch. Each movement of her fingers, her hands, her lips, her tongue, drove me further from my conscious self. I was only eroticism and pleasure, lust and hunger. My cock was living, throbbing steel. And I wanted only one thing.

"I want to fuck you," I growled. No poetry. No sensitivity. It was carnal desire expressed in its most primal terms. Want. Craving.

I rose to my elbows, then pushed her onto her back. I loomed over her and she giggled like a schoolgirl. I bit at her lips with a hard kiss, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, tangling with hers. I parted her legs with mine, knees driving hers apart. I reached between us and rubbed the head of my cock along her slit. She was drenched with herself, swollen and hot. I rubbed the head of my cock on her clit and she groaned into my open mouth.

"I want to fuck you," I said.

"Fuck me," she gasped.

I slid my cock inside her. We knotted together, my cock plunging into her, her hips grabbing up for me. She put her arms around my neck, pulling me deeper into her. I broke the hug, holding her arms out and above her shoulders for freer thrust. It had been weeks since I had been with her. My craving surprised me somewhat. Leta and I have always been passionate. But now as I was in her, I felt driven. It was as if she were the only lock to which my key of lust truly fit. I knew I would come soon - I could feel the tension mounting along my spine, in my balls as they slapped against her - and I knew coming in her would be more fulfilling than coming any other way.

I felt the fire slip inside me. I throbbed as it shot through, groaned as I felt myself coming in her. Pumping. More. More. I put me inside her where I knew she would absorb me, becoming a bit of her.

I groaned as the wave of release shook out every nerve in my body. I rolled onto my side and clutched her to me. I panted into her hair and felt her fingers toying in the thatch on my chest.

After a few minutes, I whispered in her ear: "Welcome home."

Kissing me, she said, ""It's good to be home."

END

Absence



"Are you there?"

His voice left a trail of excitement running down her spine and out between her legs.

"Yes."

"Well?" He was insistent.

"Yes."

"I'll know if you don't do what I say."

She drew a deep breath to help calm her hands. "I know." It never mattered how she tried to hide her failings, he always found out. The truth would burst forth from her lips without warning at some point during their time together. He was persistent in his demands.

"Alright then." His voice took on a more business like tone. "Shall we start?"

She reached over and looped the belt on her wrist just as he had told her. The buckle dug into her skin. The leather gave her a shiver of wetness seeping down between her ass cheeks as she spread her legs wide. "Yes."

"Do you have your list?" His voice was steady and sure, while she barely trusted herself to speak. When the words came out, they were low and faltering, sometimes jumbled together and hardly recognizable.

"Yes." She knew it by heart.

"Good girl." When he spoke to her like that, she couldn't help but feel flares of warmth blossoms. She wished she wouldn't, but her body reacted however it wanted to where he was concerned. "Do you have the belt around your wrist?"

"Yes." She could feel the holes in the end, where she held it in her hand, the metal of the buckle tight around her wrist and the leather as it cut into her.

"Do you have the vibrators ready?" His voice had deepened. Was there a hint of arousal? She loved making his cock hard. She loved seeing it jerk and buck. She liked it in front of her face where she could reach out with her tongue and stroke the smooth skin.

"Yes." The hand with the belt moved the vibrators closer to her groin. The large purple one with the second extension that fit up against her slit, running all the way to her clit and the small, slender black one.

"Good." There might be an edge there. It might be her imagination. She wanted that cock. Needed it. She saw it in her mind as it took on a strangled look, twitched upward and let a stream of pearly white jism fly at her red lips.

"Push the small one into your pussy. I want it all the way in."

She moaned as it slid inside.

"Are you wet?" His tone said he already knew the answer.

"Yes. Oh yes. It's so wet." And it was. Where she held her lips open, the juices were running in a steady stream over her anus and pooling underneath her on the bed.

"I like that." It was a simple statement and she knew he did. He liked it when he held her hips in the air and her little pussy dripped with need. He told her often how much he enjoyed her life that. His voice might have dropped a bit more. "Is the vibrator all the way in?"

"Y- yes." She was having trouble speaking. Her words came out more like a gasp than speech.

"Turn it on, then. Do not cum. Don't you dare let yourself go. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Yes." She sobbed now. It turned into a cry of anguish when she turned the end of the little toy.

"Now you';re going to take the end of the belt in your hand and spank your clit. I want you to just tap it, do you understand?"

"Yesss." He breath left her in a hiss with the last of her yes. She gathered the belt in her hand where it looped her wrist. She patted the leather down onto her swollen nub and groaned aloud.

"Do you remember me making you cum by spanking your clit?" He asked.

"Yes. Yes," she gasped as the tail of the belt smacked her stiff clit again. The waves of pleasure-pain were excruciating and she wondered if she could hold back the orgasm that threatened to shake her loose from her bones.

"I want you to do it slow and easy like that. Do you remember?" His voice took on a huskiness that told her he was remembering it too.

She remembered nothing more than thrashing and bucking as hard as she could. Fighting to break free of the restraints that had bound her arms and legs and screaming for mercy. She remembered begging to be fucked and to be allowed to cum. She didn't want to tell him that was the only thing she knew about that time, so she pushed a simple "Yes" from her lips.

"A nice, easy tempo. Your body needs to know what's coming and when, but need it so bad that you can't help but lift to the next stroke and try to hurry it." His voice was slowing down in the way she associated with his increased torment of her.

She tapped herself again, feeling the waves of agony spreading outward in ripples from her center. He was right. She wanted to hurry the next one. Her hips were raising by themselves, seeking the leather. She was moaning rhythmically and found herself unable to think of both the intensity of sensation each strike of the belt brings and the movement of her hand where the buckle bit into her wrist. The pace would quicken as she lost herself in the waves of feeling and she would be unable to ascertain whether the beat on her already throbbing clit was making her climax or not. Then, she also had the constant thrumming of the vibrator filling her insides and driving all thought from her.

She made unintelligible noises into the phone. "Put the phone on speaker and set it next to your pillow. Turn it up. I want to hear all of it." His voice had a strangled quality to it that brought an o new flood oof moisture from her middle.

She fumbled with the phone and finally managed to get it on speaker and set the volume higher. It was strangely exciting to know he was close to her ear, on her pillow, and more than that, that he was listening to her spank her clit. That he would hear her cum. The vibrations humming inside her went up a notch. A stunted cry blurted out her throat.

"Do you remember?" his voice was low and she could hear his breathing now. Was there a panting out on the edge? "Remember how I spanked your clit with that belt? I was shoving my cock in your mouth and just tapping at your mound? Remember how slow and easy it was, but how fast and hard you came? I remember. My cock is as hard now as it was that night."

She gasped and felt her whole body shift. His cock had been enormous that night. So incredibly hard. He'd shoved it down her throat as he held her by the hair, swiveled and spanked her aching nub. Each time the belt landed, her hips would thrust up in the air so hard that her muscles felt as though they would tear, then a shudder would run through her body and the pain/pleasure would send a wave through her muscles that would leave her shaking. He would wait for the shivering to pass before raising the belt and pulling her head forward onto his throbbing member. He would strike down again and start it all over. It seemed to have gone on forever and she remembered thinking that she would never cum like that when she felt an explosion that started in her smallest toes and ripped through her insides like a burst of flame.

He pumped his hard cock in and out of her mouth as she spasmed in a full body seizure. She was screaming around his thick pole and choking as she tried to swallow it all and somehow come to grips with the raging bursts of fireworks. She remembered how he'd fucked her after that. Every stroke s shower of electricity. She'd been so sensitive to any movement or friction that the pounding he'd given her had ampkified within her to outrageous levels. She begged him to stop, when he slowed, she begged him not to pull out of her. She pleaded for more and to hold still with his twitching member buried within her. Somewhere in that maelstrom, he'd untied her and she remembered holding onto his body as though it were a part of her that threatened to pull apart.

"Are you there?" His voice nearly made her cum when it reached into her ear.

"Yes," she gasped.

"You're close to coming and I don't want you to."

As soon as she heard this from him, she knew it to be true. She felt the building pressure and wondered that she hadn't already exploded.

"One more spank on that luscious little clit and then I need you to stop and turn off the vibrator."

She slapped the belt down hard on her poor nub, felt the fire pour into her groin like molten lead. It filled her and sent her into shivers as she turned off the vibrator and felt herself slowly come back to her bed.

"Good." He said. "That was harder than I hit you." His voice husked. "I like that." He sounded as though he ached to be with her, spanking her clit harder and harder. 

"Now I want you to take the vibrator out of your sopping wet little pussy and shove it up in your ass. You'll need to turn it on and then position yourself with a pillow under you so it stays in."

She sighed. It was a loud sigh that hung in the air long after it spent itself from her lips. It was a consummate sigh that shook her inner organs. She struggled to comply, all the while listening to his deep even breaths. She marveled, as she had many times, at his control. She always felt so lost and helpless with him. She supposed that was one of the attractions. A soft cry escaped as she pushed the tool up through her anus.

"Tap your clit again. I want to hear it."

She gasped with the effort. The humming was palpable throughout her muscles. Raising the belt up into the air was harder than she imagined, bringing it back down easy onto her mons was even harder. The noise made her cry out, then the wave of sensation hit her like a physical force. Slammed her into a wall of pain that felt so intense, it left aftershocks of ecstasy lapping at the edges of her consciousness. She felt as though she may pass out if she hit that spot so dead on again. His voice brought her back.

"I want you to stuff your cunt with the big purple vibrator now. I would shove my hard pole up in there if I could, but you're going to have to make do."

His words made her pant for air. Her breaths were short and achingly sparing. There wasn't enough oxygen in the room to keep her alive and her mind was reeling so badly that she doubted she had the ability to hit herself again if he threatened to tie her spread eagled again and do it ten times harder for every time she refused him now.

She fumbled for the toy. She couldn't find it and couldn't lift her head to look for it. She started to panic when her finger chanced upon it. She moved her hand and grabbed at it, rolling it over before suddenly finding herself able to capture it between her fingers and palm.

Her breathing must have given her away. "Are you okay? Are you having trouble?" He was mocking her. Taunting her with his voice from far away. It felt as though he were right in the room. He was taunting her, keeping her from the things she needed, pushing her to desperation and depravity. Driving her need beyond her power to keep it in check.

"I – I have it." She stuttered and slurred her words, unable to manage any kind of composure whatsoever. She screamed when she pushed it into her dripping hole. The competing sensations were overwhelming. The humming in her anus competing with the solid object filling her up and the throbbing from her clit were too much for her. She started writhing on the bed. The tail of the belt caught under her body, held there by the sticky wetness and yanked her wrist snappily to her side.

"Are you there?" He sometimes asked that if she was too far gone during one of there sessions. He would stop what he was doing and check in with her, make sure she could continue. Sometimes he would back the intensity down a little, sometimes he would keep on at the same level until she showed, once again, she couldn't handle it.

"Ye-es." She finally managed. She felt separated from her body when he made her focus on speaking to him. Sometimes he would do that while he was in the same room. It always had the same effect of splitting her in half. She started to shake and knew she was going to come, try as hard as she could to stop it. She tried to tell him. "Please. Plea. Please. Oh, God, stop."

"Come then. Come for me. I want to hear you come hard. I want you to hit your clit one more time as you come and I want to hear it. Now"

She managed to raise the belt somehow and let it fly down onto her, but it was too late already. She was where nothing could touch her and anything she did now would only prolong the moments she floated in that other world with the waves crashing around her, smashing on rocks and driving her into a frenzy beyond her self. His words kept on in her ear, kept her shaking from subsiding. Every time she might have been able to catch her breath, his voice triggered another round of explosions. Her limbs ached from the tremors. Her mind was losing its grip on her world. The bed felt far away somehow, as though she both floated above it and had some kind of contact with it. The firm surface keeping her tethered in some way she had only the vaguest idea of.

"Before you drift off to sleep, love, I want you to know that I enjoy you thoroughly. You are such a good one for me. When I get home tomorrow, I'm going to take you just like this. Except the ties on your wrist will be my bindings and the belt will be mine. The pole inside you will be my rock hard cock. Good night my good girl."

A smile flickered over her features, on and off like a neon sign before lighting up her face and staying for the night. She knew it would be there when she met him at the airport in the morning and would keep her all day.