0 comments/ 9649 views/ 1 favorites The Lover By: heartofgold69 As I walk into the bedroom, illuminated by the various sweet smelling candles that you purposefully collect I see the outline of your body sitting at your table. Standing back I admire the image, feeling how lucky I am having someone as beautiful as you are, your glorious curves illustrating the petite frame that is your body. You don’t notice me as I stand taking your beauty. For a few moments I stand back watching you. Trying to stay unnoticed as I approach you occupied by brushing your flowing hair. As I near your perfume fills my nostrils an overpowering sweet fragrance. My lips close in on your neck as I lean into you, your tropical skin getting ever closer to my lips making my pulse increase. When my lips brush against you I sense your body tensing so your name escapes my lips, a familiar voice to calm you. As soon as I do you relax letting out a seductive sigh, making the moment less tense. I allow my hands to explore your lines so warm and soft under my touch all the time my lips are focused on your neck. Soft kisses against you as I feel you letting go to the moment allowing me to take over. A trail of kisses along your neck to where my lips meet your warm cheeks. Gradually I turn the chair that you are sitting on so that eventually I am gazing into your deep blue eyes, I tell you how much you mean to me and a smile appears on your rounded face and you lean towards me to place your lips upon mine. You stand up in front of me all the time kissing me passionately, our tongues darting between our mouths and dancing to the rhythm of our bodies. My arms wrap around you and I hold you close to me. Your nipples press through your silk robe against my exposed chest. Feelings stir in my groin as you lift your perfectly formed leg up and rub it against my thigh. My hands run down your back towards your firm ass as your hands join around my shoulders. My fingers gently caress your ass as you wrap your thighs around my waist. I carry you to the bed where you slowly fall onto the soft mattress and satin sheets. As you do your robe falls open revealing your splendid body, every part arousing. You discard the robe over the side of the bed and motion me to join you, I pull down my boxers showing myself to you feeling totally free. In a soft voice I ask you to lay back for me and to close your eyes, as you follow my every word I go to the wardrobe and retrieve 5 of your silk scarves. One is laid across your eyes yet you are still calm and relaxed, I tie it in a loose knot behind your head to secure it. Then with the other scarves I tie your wrists and ankles to the iron framed bed, when I lean across you my man hood brushes across your stomach and I hear you take a deep breath. I travel back to your face and kiss your tender lips, you kiss me back urgently and I can feel your heart beat faster against my chest. Your nipples brushing against the hairs on my body. My lips stroll from yours, down your neck towards your firm bosom. I caress one of your breasts in my strong hands rubbing and massaging all of it while my kisses reach your nipple. My tongue circling and flicking it enjoying how hard and erect it is, the one under my other hand feels the same and I rub it with my fingers. With my spare hand I reach across to the cold drink on the side and get an ice cube between my fingers, your body not knowing what is happening until you feel a cold sensation on one of your nipples. I lick up the moisture as I move it around your squirming body, the same treatment is applied to your other breast. You feel the coldness start to move down your body, down your toned stomach to your little belly button. Your breathing rapidly increases as you anticipate where the journey will end, my name escapes your red lips under your breath. A pool of cool water develops on your belly and I let it collect for a few seconds before the tip of my tongue licks it up. You start moaning ‘yes’ as the trail continues down but it suddenly stops and you feel the cold on your sweet lips and I let what is left of the ice enter your mouth while I again kiss you. My hand reaches into the glass for a second ice cube and I leave your lips. I go down your body swiftly to your toes, I kiss them and your feet with the ice in my mouth bringing the kisses up your legs kissing each alternatively. As I reach your thighs I remember how good they feel around me, when I near your neatly trimmed honey pot I can feel the heat and the smell of your sweet scent, it is over powering and the ice starts to melt quicker. Your body begins to shake as I close in on your love. Once again my name leaves your lips and you moan. My cold tongue explores your dripping honey pot running over the lips slowly parting them and feeling the heat, your moans become louder and you chat ‘yes’ over and over, your head turning and your limbs pulling against the scarves. My tongue searches out your love bud and begins to toy with it, while tasting you I insert a finger into you further and further until it is fully in. I sense your body tense up and relax again, I slowly make love you with my finger sliding it in easily with your lubrication. As I get faster I introduce another one, the whole time my tongue is working on your clit. When the tempo builds up your moans become cries and I feel your entire body tense up and you cry out my name, your pussy tightening around my fingers, as you come down from your orgasm I lap up your love juice. With a mouth full of it I crawl up your body and kiss you letting you taste yourself, you swill it around your mouth tasting and loving it. Still kissing you I line the tip of my cock up with your waiting hole and push into you an inch at a time, feeling like I’m being pulled into you, and once again I tell you that I love you. You grip my cock so tight with your loving pussy making sure I don’t leave you. I build up a good rhythm, my pelvis thrusting into you, you tell me to fuck you hard and your hips hump in time with me. You get faster, wanting me more and more; we fuck harder and harder. Our bodies become uncontrollable like animals, wanting to please each other. Both of our bodies sweating, grinding against each other until we both tense up. I explode into you shooting my hot love deep into you, your pussy tightening around my cock milking it into your warm hole while you cry out my name. Our pace slows down and I untie your blindfold so that I am able to look into your eyes again and together we say ‘I love you’. The Lover I watch as his hands press the sticky bundle into a cloud of flour that suspends itself for a moment before sifting into his skin. He cracks eggs with his left hand, rhythmically, and kneads with his right, the muscles in his bare forearms flexing and relaxing with the dough. Through the haze of flour and hangover, I forget to tell myself that those same hands have traced paths over and around and inside me. James is asleep in a booth, a Pinter script resting unopened on his stomach. I nudge his foot and kick him awake. “It’s almost ready,” I say. “Breakfast.” “Hmmm?” “Will’s making frittata.” “What the fuck’s frittata?” “Eggs and stuff. I don’t know.” I pick up the script, The Lover, our current production. “Have you been helping him run lines?” James nods. Outside, truckers’ headlights slice through the dark restaurant as Will flips our breakfast through the air. Later, after the frittata, after James catches a cab, after Pinter is accidentally shoved under the table, Will’s hands tug at my skirt and uncover my thighs. We’re in slow motion, out of place, movie stars crammed behind a 12-inch screen. “We should go,” I tell him. “Your . . . Sarah will wonder.” “Sarah knows.” His fingers have found their way under the elastic of my underwear, and they are moist as he brushes them across my cheek. “She knows about us?” “She knows about me.” He smiles without his eyes. The restaurant expects sex, and it’s all I can do to pull myself up and stand. After a moment, he stands, too. I’m taller. What was it he said to me that day at the theater? I hate living life vertically. We stay that way, not touching, waiting for someone to move. I’m the first person in the theater the next afternoon, so I drop my bag in the dressing room and wander the building. When I find him, he’s crouched outside the fire exit, smoking, his back to me. I should say something, but instead I kneel behind him. Pressing my cold nose into his neck, my right hand slipping under his untucked shirt, I breathe in the scent of pesto and garlic. I know that smell. It clings to the bottoms of my sneakers long after I leave the restaurant. “I’m breaking up with Sarah,” he says, exhaling smoke. “No, you’re not.” He flicks the butt onto the road and turns to face me. Our lips barely touching, he whispers into my mouth. “I’m leaving her this time.” There’s concrete beneath our knees, but it disappears as his teeth pull my bottom lip into his mouth. He winds handfuls of my hair and tips my head, finding my ear. “I promise.” His arms wrap around me, rocking us back and forth. My pulse leaps, trying to break free and bury itself under his skin. Slowly, almost unwillingly, I press my lips to his neck and let my tongue trace a line to the collar of his shirt. The buttons pop open too easily. Will pulls my shirt away, and I cradle his head between my breasts, smelling the kitchen in his hair. I think of faceless Sarah, asleep in his bed. I think of the other actors who will be here soon. I try to think of the promises I’ve made to myself, but Will’s tongue is licking circles around my nipple, making a wet patch on my bra, and it’s all I can do to unhook it and stifle my gasp as his teeth bite into the sensitive flesh. I burn from the inside out. I reach for Will, but he pulls away and slides my pants over my hips, his fingers skimming my underwear. He kisses my inner thigh, working his way up to the white satin triangle. I feel his breath and then his tongue pressing into me. Again and again, he licks the fabric, pulling it between his teeth and letting it snap back, moist and hot. I rip into his pants, my fingers curling around his penis. For a moment, he’s caught, and his eyes fly to mine as he throbs in my palm. I lower my mouth to taste him, but he catches my wrist and pulls me to my feet. I grab the railing for balance, and he’s behind me in an instant, pressing against me, filling me with heat. There are people inside the theater now, but their voices are drowned out by Will’s breath in my ear and the familiar rhythm that rushes inside my head. I should leave now, before he leaves me, but my muscles clamp around him and hold on tight. We are in-and-out, up-and-down, and nothing else makes sense. After that, I stop seeing him outside of rehearsals. I think about going to the restaurant, but know that Sarah visits him there, after hours, when it’s quiet enough to hear the oil hiss on the grill. I wonder if she knows his hands the way I do; those fingers that can coax orgasms as easily as they knead dough. At night, dreaming of frittata, my body hums with need. My fingers travel my body, learning his secrets. My hands become his hands, stroking, exploring, singeing their path to my core. Tasting the honey and salt, I cannot conjure his face or rub him out. The Lover This story was inspired by a friend, many happy dreams thanks to him… ~*~*~ A young woman craving touch, craving attention of a specific kind, lays out on her bed with nothing but a light blue football jersey to sleep in. The room is a converted corner of the garage, built so she could have privacy. She pulls out her toy and pictures the body of her partner… His strong muscled arms wrapped around her, his hands moving over her as he lowers his head and breathes across her neck and the back of her ear. She softly moans leaning her head back on his shoulder, arching her back so that her ass presses against his hard cock. He softly growls as he pulls away turning her around in his arms, holding her firmly by her chin. She licks her lips in anticipation but he sees the look in her eyes and grins. Pushing her back he shoves her over on to the bed Her right hand slowly moves down her body, passing her breasts and stomach, pressing down on the juncture of her legs as she arches her back. Her left hand bunches the blankets next to her… He lowers his head to her stomach, his teeth grazing over her skin. She moves her hands to grab his head shy of what he means to do, but as her fingers brush his hair, he grabs her hands and moves them under her own hips; holding them in place. She closes her eyes… His lips skim down the last of her torso, the breeze from his mouth tickles the short hair covering her lower lips. She lifts her head to look down and sighs as she watches his tongue extend and tease her. Barely touching her, his tongue floats down her slit, his warm breath heats her. The tip of her middle finger glides down her slit, having licked the tip, its wet sliding down her skin… There is nothing stopping him from going deeper, nothing to halt him from dipping down and tormenting her. Her hands clench beneath her body, her eyes tightly shut as her hips press to him. His finger slips between and brushes her vulnerable clit. Her moan catches in her throat and she sighs as his tongue swirls and dances over the sensitive nub. He goes lower, the tip of this tongue drifting over the entrance of her tunnel. Taking his sweet time making her squirm, making her want to beg. He chuckles as he leans back to see her face. The need written in her eyes, her mouth, the way her neck is arched pressing her head back into the mattress. Lost in her dreams she misses the door at the other end of the long room opening and quietly closing… He stands and flips her over. Her arms move out as she raises her hips his entrance. His hands graze over her ass cheeks, pressing into the flesh as if to claim. The hands move around and grip her hips holding them in place. One hand moves away, to help guide his hard penis in. She presses her toy to her folds as the cock in her dream pushes in… Just the head moves in, she wiggles her hips just enough to make him growl and grab her by the back her head. Soon he moves slowly, a bit at a time, in to the hilt and back out rubbing at her entrance, scratching over the surface of her inner spot. Pulling and pushing the toy to match his movements she moans as he watches her… He moves with in her, slowly picking up speed Her head falls back as one hand works the toy between her legs and the other grabs the back of her neck, her back arching from the bed, as her leg kicked in her orgasm. A hand reaches out and grabs her spread leg, opening her eyes she cries out in shock and fear, her heart beating to fast. The hand grips tighter pulling the leg open to look at the little blue string attached to the toy inside of her. Her breathing returns to normal. Looking at the face from her dreams she reaches for him, taking the hand he raised… …she pulls him down over her. His long body covering hers, his jeans scratching her bare legs, his heavy chest pressing down on her silk covered breasts. As they kiss passionately, she reaches between them and unbuckles his jeans. He grins as she presses, pushing him over, she straddles him. Yanking down his pants over his hips and down his long legs. Raising the band of his boxers, she pulls the underwear down and throws to them to the floor to join his jeans and her own clothing from the day. Crawling back up his legs she slowly makes her way up the limbs with her mouth so close but not, darting her tongue out to leave a trail of nips and licks. Reaching his manhood she cups his balls in one hand, playing with them with her fingertips. Griping his hard cock with the other she licks her lips and slowly plays him as he had done to her in her dreams. The tip of her tongue slid around the edge of the head and then down the ridge along the underside, flicking at the junction of the cock and sack. Licking her way back up she takes him to her mouth and sucks him as far she can take him, touching the tip to her throat. He growls as she plays with his cock enjoying the taste and texture of him. Soon his hips raise from the bed, his hands holding her head tightly by hair and neck, "oh fuck yes…" She moans happily as he takes his pleasure. A moment before he would loose control he stops, pulling her roughly from him. He sits up, grabbing her flinging her to her stomach, pulling her hips up and driving into her wet passage. Her soft scream didn't leave the room but she felt it with in her body as he shoved deeply in to her. oh god fuck me, take mel… her thoughts screamed to him. Behind her his movements speeding up, become erratic. She could feel the pressure building, it had been getting ready to break for some time and now it crested at it's most fragile point. The time when everything seems to hold still, as if the universe stops to take a deep a breath before the oceans erupt and waves crash, fires burn through her veins as her body shook, his seed exploding into her. As they catch their breath, he slowly lowers her hips, his member sliding out of her. The friction on her opening making her squirm and cry out softly again. He lays his body over hers, curling up onto his side, pulling her back against him, he brushes her hair back and kisses her cheek. She smiles and turns to kiss the hand that grazes her face and to receive another kiss this one on her full lips. The Lover My lover comes to me naked, his flaccid cock dangling deliciously between his legs, his strong, smooth body moving confidently. He drops to his knees and looks up at me expectantly as he begins to gently massage my upper legs and thighs, patiently working his hands toward my crotch where my erection steadily grows into a bulge beneath my jeans. Although the anticipation is overwhelming, he is deliberate in taking his time opening up my pants and pulling out my cock, exposing me to the cool air of the room and his warm, tender touch. I feel his fingers mingle over my shaft as he explores my hot, hard flesh, licking his lips in expectation of what's to come. He's eager to please and wants me to give him all I have, asking for nothing in return. When he takes me into his mouth, I feel the warmth and wetness and it sends a rush of pleasure through me. He's patient, gentle, and knows how to please a man. I make no effort to reciprocate, standing by with content, absorbing the delightful pleasure of being serviced by my willing and passionate lover. I watch his head bob as he strokes me with his mouth, feel his fingers holding my shaft and fondling my balls as his tongue licks at my cockhead and he leaves a glaze of saliva on my shaft that cools as it evaporates for an additional erotic sensation. We move to a nearby lounge chair and I recline as my lover takes position between my legs. With my shirt removed, he lets his hands wander over my smooth chest, titillating my nipples as he continues to tease my cock with his lips, tongue, and teeth, nibbling ever so gently on my firm manhood standing proud for his expert caress. Again, I do not interfere, relaxed and watching myself receive this oral performance with a smile of satisfaction and a feeling of euphoria at experiencing this episode of lust-driven man-love, this taboo of once fantasy now turned reality. His passion on my shaft increases as he builds me to a sustainable erection. It's been said that only a man knows how to really take care of another man, and I believe that to now be true. He knows just how hold me, just how to stroke me, just how much pressure to apply, when to work me up and back me off, how to hit all the tender, sensitive spots...because he knows his own manhood and where those spots are. He doesn't have to explore or experiment, he knows exactly where to go the first time, every time, and it keeps the arousal constant. When I feel myself ready, I gently tap my lover's shoulder and he moves to assume a new position, standing at the back of the chair, holding on, partially bent over to allow me access. He waits patiently as I coat my shaft with slippery lube, then step in behind and use the head of my cock to probe for that sweet spot. I'm anxious, but I don't lose my erection as I tease his asshole, helping my lover relax as I now begin to gently push.... And then I penetrate another man for the first time, feeling my head slip past, then the sensation of warmth as I enter. I squeeze myself in slowly, allowing the lube to do the work, backing off and pushing forward until finally I feel myself being taken all the way in. I bury my shaft to the hilt, grinding my hips against his smooth, firm ass, feeling the warmth of his hole seeping into my already sizzling cock. I grip his hips and draw back for my first thrust, feeling my lover's tightness as his muscles contract, eager to draw me back in. I fuck him slowly at first with long, deep strokes, watching myself, glistening with lube, as I draw back and drive forward. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure through me as I savor the warm, snug burrow I've sunk myself into. My hands remain attached to my lover's waist, holding him fast as my rhythm increases. Sweat glistens on both of us now and our bodies become slippery as we fuck and grind together. I feel myself reaching climax and I struggle to hold on to my lover's waist while my hips pound against his ass, now my strokes becoming deeper still and longer as blood rushes to my cockhead and I feel myself bulge and then.... My orgasm erupts with a ferocity I've never before experienced, my ejaculation so powerful I just know I'm blasting cum deep inside. I grunt and groan in relief as my hands grip and my hips press hard against his butt cheeks, clenched tight around my throbbing cock while my balls drain into him. The sensation is so intense for my lover that he cums, too, shooting rope-like strands of sticky semen across the back of the chair. It's over all too soon, but then I realize we still have time for play today and my lover is eager to please. The Lover: A Short Taste Beware of beardless youth for they are a greater source of mischief than young maidens." ~Muhammed Radu's dance did little for Mehmed's vow to uphold the sense of rigid decorum taught to him by the Molla. The firm spine of his education and breeding, when tested, pressed like glass beneath glass, hairline cracks formed by the weight of equal desire. With an undeniable grace of movement, soft skin singing along fine, slender bones, and muted light glinting off his perfectly dressed hair, Radu found reassurance in Mehmed's refined reserve, something his father had never mastered. Though more than a few pretended not to notice, fearing Mehmed's stern, protective gaze, Radu commanded the room. The rest were either too drunk or lulled to sleeping with the heat and soft rhythm of the musicians. It was a slight Mehmed could forgive. This display was, after all, for his benefit. It was more than inappropriate, though the party was private. Radu was not a slave to entice or entrance, but undeniably few could perform the illicit movements as skillfully. The green sash hung low on his hips, accentuating each shift. His feet fell soft on the rugs, the borrowed bands of golden bells a waterfall of sound that followed his wrists and ankles. When he lifted his head and looked up, his hair tumbled back from his face, revealing eyes as brilliant as jewels. When those eyes lighted on him, Mehmed shivered. When Radu finished, Mehmed stood and offered him his arm, unashamed. The boy smiled at him beatifically, welcoming. Boy. Mehmed reminded himself that the other was no longer a youth. They sat together after that, engaging the rest in courteous conversation over tired topics. It was not long before those remaining politely lost themselves to drink or fairer forms of entertainment. Alone, at least figuratively, Mehmed's fingers strayed over the soft hair and smooth skin of his friend's belly. Radu lounged against him, not startled by the touch. As if waking from a drowsy sleep, he sat, smirking as he skimmed up Mehmed's body with his own. His finger moved over the lips, tracing the shape. Keeping his blue eyes open, he closed the distance between them, his tongue following where the tip of his finger led him. Mehmed's lips parted, demanding Radu devour him. Before he could seize his friend's lips with his teeth, Radu recoiled and smiled teasingly, refusing to allow the heir apparent to command that kiss. Mehmed admitted temporary defeat, retreating a breath or so away, recouping his pride and preparing to address the insult with more forceful persuasion. Radu would deny him only as long as he was able to deny himself. The shy tilt of the head was no indicator of the thoughts racing behind those eyes. Deceiver. Liar. Beloved. Mehmed could see the other evaluating their positions, the advantages of surrender and the likelihood of victory. Everything in Mehmed's body sought ownership of him, yet he was no more Mehmed's possession than he had been Murad's, this was clear. Mehmed pressed himself closer, seeking to crawl into that skin, forgetting himself and positions and propriety. Be with me, he thought. As if triumphant, Radu seized his arms. Dextrous and fine like the dance, tongue slipping over tongue, until Mehmed resurfaced from the wave, breathless. Radu closed the kiss with a soft, cautious finale. "I am not your slave," he reminded the Sultan, pulling back. "I am not the Bagoas to your Alexander, no matter how much I would like to stay close to you." "No," Mehmed agreed. "Hephastion, yes. Maybe Caesar's Nicholas." The Wallachian held his chin up, resolute. "You may ask anything you like of me. But your body makes demands and I will not be a servant to that desire." Mehmed smiled and shook his head, leaning across the space between them to place a kiss of pax on Radu's forehead. A solemn second kiss followed, on the bridge of the freckled nose, and a third, deeper and passionate, reminiscent of the former encounter. With more care than skill, he tugged on Radu's lower lip, beseeching silently, and placed his hands on his shoulders, meaning to draw him into an embrace. The lover resisted. His lips were a thin line. He did not move. Strangely, however, Mehmed felt no anger. All reason had burned in the conflagration of the first eager kiss; there was no room left in him for any other fire. He was no longer the Sultan's heir. He was the beggar in rags, the dervish in hair shirt, gripped by ecstasy in the throes of the dance, in the presence of the loved one. "Kiss me again," Mehmed pleaded, "Before I am mad." Loyally, Radu did as he was bid.