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Another Night Lost

By: enamoredwriter



The original 'A Night Lost,' was the fantasy, longing for the woman I never thought I'd have. Now I have this story. A story that lays in the perfect mix of the truth of a night and the desperation of fantasy and need. Comments/votes always appreciated. Enjoy.

My fingers trailed her bare back, tracing obscure patterns as they searched her tender muscles. Seeking....well, it is hard to say what they were seeking. Saying knots would over-simplify it. Tension, certainly. I suppose it was mostly really seeking a reaction. The telltale signs: a sharp intake of breath, a slight shiver, or the tightening of a muscle... Really, anything that confirmed where the attention was required. It sounds deceptively simple, doesn't it? Hmm. How deceiving that false simplicity is. 

And there it was. A small, tight knot...not on her back, but her right shoulder. Always, without fail, the right shoulder needed attention. Her body lightly quaked as my thumb ran over it. I started by gently circling the sore tissue around the knot. Her body responded readily enough, arm and shoulder going slightly limp in turn. As I varied the pressure, remaining relatively gentle, a soft sound of relaxation and pleasure issued forth from her lips (those succulent, tempting lips...). The muscles loosened slowly, but only by the slightest of amounts. Clearly, more pressure would be required. To warn her or not... No, she'd tense up more in anticipation. And so, without a word of warning, I pressed my thumb against the knot itself with nearly all the force I could muster. She breathed in sharply, winced, even gave out a brief whimper of pain. But...I knew two things. First, that pain would ease into relief as my fingers converted firm pressure into tender attention. Second...she found arousal in that pain. Predictably, before long pain had transitioned into relaxation. She nearly purred as the shift took place. Alas, my fingers went back to work along her back, pausing briefly as slight tensions were found.

"Thank you, Chris..." Her voice was soft and serene as she found comfort and pleasure from her common discomforts.

"Mmhmm, Janet. Nothing to thank me for, dear..." And...hmm, I meant it. Her comfort, her pleasure...and the occasional, albeit brief, opportunities to steal a view of her breasts were more reward than I needed or deserved. 

"I'm sure you have things you'd rather be doing, and your hands must hurt after such efforts." Her voice was...lyrical, almost. Or maybe she just played my emotions like an instrument, instead...and played every one of them so well.

"I live to ease your pain and provide what limited comforts and pleasures I can for you, oh Goddess of my Idolatry..." Forgive the literary interlude... My hands, at this point, traveled from her back to her sides. I leaned down, barely making contact with her still bare back. My lips moved to her ear and, as I whispered into it, my hands cupped her full breasts. "...although, Janet...I can think of other comforts and pleasures I'd prefer to be providing at the moment. Pleasures...for both of us."

Her head turned to me, without a word. It wore but a simple smirk and stared into my being. Her eyes were....overly expressive. They were dark and alluring, conveying only the pleasure and desire of the moment. How trite is it to say I 'lost myself in her eyes?' And yet...I did lose myself in them. They conveyed the only sentiment that needed voice, some balance between lust and love. At least, that's how it felt to me. They seemed to invite me, to...take what was readily being offered. And I longed for it, for her, beyond any words I have now or may later find.

I barely began massaging and playing with her breasts, but it wasn't long before she turned over and showed herself to me. How can I describe her? Her...magnificence lay before me. Naught but a thong stood between me and the object of my respective desires. My hands instinctively reached for the edges of her panties, and her legs and hips lifted readily enough to grant access. Moments later, her last piece of clothing lay cast to the side in some lonely corner of the room. Her body was finally exposed to me, and mine for the taking.

Do you remember her, from my previous fantasy? Ah...a fantasy years in the making, but hopelessly out of date. The temptress of my dreams is Asian, dark hair barely gracing her shoulders and with the slightest strands of red highlights. Her eyes are dark and somehow always seem to cast meaningful glances, withholding some secret any around her would desperately seek. Her body...was breath-taking. She wasn't anorexic, but she was far from overweight at the same time. Her breasts were...large, and temptation-inspiring. Full D cups gracing her otherwise short and slim form. Her ass had a generous curve to it, and her legs were a privilege to touch. 

...but this was no fantasy. She lay before me, nothing between us but my own inhibitions. I wish I could say I ravaged her, to use antiquated terminology...but I cannot. Or, rather, not initially. I acted slowly, maybe...testing the waters, so to speak. I caressed her body first, fondling and enjoying every inch that had been, at last, exposed to me. My lips fell to her dark nipples, suckling softly before raising the attention to desperate, rough grasps and harsh, barely-there bites that seemed to drive her wild. My hands fell to her ass, squeezing and handling the lovely flesh that awaited my touch. 

And then...she stopped. She pulled away, laid down on my lap, and beckoned me to spank her. Her eyes were rife with the dark allure I referenced previously. It was...a richer desire, unmatched and unchallenged in its lust. She lay across my lap, her subtle ass awaiting my touch. Do you wonder what thoughts flashed through my mind? Let me share... All I could think of or imagine was how strong her desire must have been to present herself so readily. And, so, I raised my hand and landed a rough blow on her ass. I wanted to hold back...but I can't say I did. Something about how readily it was offered encouraged me to strike harder. Her body tensed and she drew a deep breath, but as she released the same breath...well...near ecstasy could be heard in her release. And, for my part, I couldn't desire her more.

As she reacted with lust to my spanking her so readily, I proceeded unabated. Her pussy...I cannot describe how wet she was, nor how ready she for my touch. I began to alternate, spanking her with as much force as I could muster, and then fingering her so-ready pussy briefly. Her moans were first filled with longing and desire...but before long they reflected desperation and need. To have her desire me...to need me. Ah, such moments a man lives for.

However, it was she that proceeded unabated. I lacked the force to give voice or lead to my desires. At least...at first, I did. She had me lay back, and at her direction I was happy to do so. She mounted me...did those words truly fit? Would those be the right terms? At first, at least, she didn't allow for penetration. Her pussy lay along my cock, and she readily shivered as she rubbed it along my length... She demanded control, and proudly announced her wetness to the silence of the room. Her body convulsed and shook as she continued to grind her warmth and wetness into me...but then, all too soon, she was climbing off.

As she climbed off, she spread her legs wide and fingered her pussy before me. She seemed to want to give me a show, to have her world open to me as she came. And...hmm, at first I was tempted to let her proceed. To let her bring herself to the ecstasy of orgasm as I drooled over every inch of her body and being. But such thoughts only lasted briefly. As much as my own doubts and insecurities motivated me to watch her in her lust and glory, something else stirred me to action. Her body was the subject of years of dormant desire and need, and something spurred me to act with the confidence of years of lust with inaction.

My hands found her thighs and spread her legs even farther apart than they already were. Her pussy practically glistened, awaiting my touch. As I entered her, she moaned...not like any moan before. This wasn't a moan of longing or need, but of satiation. Her head fell to my neck as I thrust into her with desperate, carnal need. Her moans continued even as her teeth fell to my neck. She bit my neck lightly at first, but before long her bites were painful and nearly drew blood. And...I barely cared or noticed. Her warmth and wetness surrounded my cock, erasing anything else in the world from my attention. I was tempted to grasp her full, tempting breasts, but I didn't. Instead I wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her close to me. As our bodies lie together and my thrusts became more desperate and needy, her lips left my neck with the slightest taste of blood from their ravaging. She began to cum for me in a way I lack the words to express. The tightening of her pussy and the desperate, throaty nature of her moans inspired my orgasm in turn. Whether she was on the pill or not didn't matter at that moment. All that mattered was our orgasms were together, and her body was next to my own. If only for this one moment, my goddess was, truly, mine.