0 comments/ 6359 views/ 0 favorites The Perfect Night By: writedutch It's almost completely dark in the hotel room since my eyes have yet to adjust. The moon is in a crescent shape just above the horizon visible through the window that overlooks the ocean. As I enter the room, the intense smell of vanilla fills my senses as my eyes adjust to the dim candle light where I see you on the bed watching me enter the room and drink in the vanilla, and familiar smell of your skin in the air. As my eyes adjust I can see that you begin to shift your position on the bed because the sight of me has started to arouse you, and you move under the smooth satin sheets mainly because you can feel yourself getting wet, and the intense feel of the sheets brushing across your rising nipples causes an intense rush which runs directly from your nipples to your clit. I can see you biting your bottom lip now, and know that you are more than just excited; you are moments away from transforming into your animal alter ego that you attempt to keep hidden, but it is subtly obvious to those who know you and can see the change come over you merely by the look in your eyes. Knowing and imagining what is causing you to stir under the sheets begins to immediately excite me, and cause a re-direction of blood flow as I begin to swell in anticipation of what is about to go down. More likely it is the anticipation of me going down on you, because that is the thing that puts my motor deep into the red line, and gets me hard enough to scratch glass. As I watch you writhe under the sheet in anticipation, you gently pull the sheet down to expose your nipples, which are more than erect; they are drawn very tight, and are almost panting from having the sheet drawn across them. I can't wait to get my hands on you now, and pull off my t-shirt to expose my hairy chest, and some pretty stiff nipples with small stainless steel ringlets running through them. I loosen my belt and my pants slide down my legs, to expose a growing wet spot on my maroon briefs, the flow of pre-cum is really starting to become evident now, but not to worry the factory is just kicking into gear. I have to work to try and get my wet undies off now, because they are getting caught on my shaft which is shiny because he has gotten so hard that the skin is pulled taught over the head, which is becoming wetter by the moment from the sugary juices that are running down the front of my head, and down onto the cord underneath that is in absolute anticipation of rubbing on the hood of your clit. As I slip into the bed, you move over, and the bed is both hot, and damp with sweat from where you were just laying. I have to pause to smell the small wet spot that you have left on the sheet, it is everything that I want it to be hot, sweet, and your scent combined all at the same time, which makes the pre-cum really start to flow, and before it can drop onto the sheets, you slide over just in time to catch it on your tongue as it drips off of me, and the look in your eyes says that is just what you have been waiting for. Before you can rinse your tongue in your mouth I grab you by the hair on the back of your head as I transform into my animal spirit, and make you share what you have just taken from me, as we embrace in what will be our first of endless deep wet steamy kisses that evening. I can see your chest rise and fall as you fight to regain control of the situation that you thought you would dominate, but are now unsure of who will ultimately be in charge of this wicked encounter. Just the heat of our intense kiss causes you to begin to sweat between your breasts, and I can't keep from running my tongue in between them drinking in the taste of your skin as I sweep up your right breast in my hand, and work my tongue from the center of your chest up and around to find your eager nipple begging to be caressed by my tongue. As my tongue stud sweeps over your breast, your back begins to arch as you try to force yourself further into my mouth. You slid your hand gently around the back of my head, and push me harder onto you, and intently show that you want me there, and are not about to let me up until I finish what I have started. Gently flicking the tip of my tongue, and the ball of my tongue stud over your nipple causes you to arch and try to slid away on the bed, so I am forced to pin your arms out to your sides by your hands, and to more you struggle, the firmer my grip has to be to keep you still so I can work my tongue and mouth from one engorged breast to the other in a rhythm that almost makes it hard to hold you still. When I finally let you loose, you sweep your arms around my back, and dig your fingertips and nails into the small of my back which causes me to both be pulled towards you, and raise my head from the intense pressure from your fingernails as they dig into my skin. You release one hand and quickly guide it between my legs, and paralyze me when you slide your hand down my stomach and gently brush against the head of my pulsing gland. My breath is taken away momentarily, but I quickly inhale another. I feel you try to pull me towards your mouth, but I won't be led that easily, and the more I fight you, the more frantic you become to ease me towards your lips. As I attempt to fight you off, I roll away onto my back, but you are too fast, and pin me in position and grab me forcefully and have a look in your eyes that commands that I obey, and let you take me into your mouth. Your tongue dances lightly around my head, which drives me insane, and your other hand searches for my male G-spot near my perineum, you know exactly what you want, and you are going to get it. As you slowly let the saliva and pre-cum mix in your mouth you let some leak back out of your mouth and drip down the sides of my shaft, which you begin to rub onto my skin. I try to fight you off, because it makes me even hotter when we struggle, but eventually I become submissive, and let you take me into your throat (editor's note: I'm about moments away from having to go rub one out here! Hells Bells, this is getting me going, and I'm the one writing it!) OK I'm back. The feel of your lips around me, the blunt feeling of hitting the back of your throat, and your hand gently cupping my boys leads to be more than I can handle, and about the time your lips get tired of covering your teeth to keep from scratching me, I moan a very distinct sign that I am about to fill your mouth with the hottest creamy rich fluid that you have ever tasted. You don't normally swallow, but for some reason today you can't believe how good I feel in your mouth, and the scent and flavor make you swallow hard, which causes me to cum even harder because I can feel your throat constrict around me as you drink me inside of you. My body shudders and I can't control my breathing as I gasp for breathes in between the contractions that force my prostate to give up every last bit of fluid that it has to you. After several moments I can breathe normally again, I kiss you very deeply, and can taste your mouth mixed with my cum, and I can't wait to taste you over and over again, while I recharge in anticipation of entering you for the next first time. I grab your breasts, and slowly slide down your body knowing that I am moments from getting to taste you, which will absolutely push me to the limits. I want to jam my tongue deep enough to taste ovaries, but know that I must start out very slowly, because I want your clit and lips to stay very touchy until you start to cum, and then I will draw as much of you as I can into to my mouth, and suck and pump your delicate folds into my mouth and feel you squirt steamy hot she-cum all over my lips. As it runs down my chin I will pull your labia apart, and run the tip of my nose in and out of you so I can smell every scent that you have. I will ease up, and just barely caress your inner thigh and mound until you start to recover enough to ride the wave again. After you feel like you won't be able to climax again, I will slide up onto your chest and slide right into you because you will be so wet by now, that you couldn't tighten up and keep me out if you wanted to, but that's far from the case. As I slide all the way into you, you stop breathing momentarily and then let out the most beautiful gasp of air as you try to fight cuming right then, but breath as you will, it doesn't help, the orgasm washes over you, and your legs begin to twitch as you gasp in between the waves of pleasure that overtake your senses and you writhe uncontrollably underneath me. I have your hands held tight, and my legs are wrapped around yours so that you can't get away as I methodically slide and grind gently against you vulva while you struggle to get free because you say that you are about to pass out, and can't feel your legs any more. As I begin to cum again inside you, the heat from that ignites a fire in you that causes you to scream softly that you can't stop, and when I have emptied everything that I have into you, you can hardly breath, but are only making short quick gasping sounds every time I slowly insert and withdraw from you as I drink in the last amounts of pleasure of feeling your lips wrap around me, and you drink me in. I stay inside of you as the swelling starts to subside, and we curl up and wrap our arms and legs around each other as our body heat and sweat mix together and we slowly drift off to dream about what we just shared together this "Perfect Night". Enjoy... Dutch The Perfect Night I awoke to the feel of lips gently brushing over my lips and cheek. Looking up sleepily, I saw the baby blue eyes of my boyfriend staring back at me. I rubbed my eyes, yawned, and looked at my watch. “Good morning, baby,” he teased me. It was 8 p.m. “How long have I been asleep?” I mumbled, rolling onto my stomach and squinting at him until my contacts adjusted in my eyes. His short brown hair was unkempt from a fresh shower, and light freckles made his impish smile indescribably adorable. “Awhile,” he answered. “You told me you were getting restless waiting for me to finish cleaning, but when you started taking a nap, I just let you sleep.” He was wearing a smile like a cat who just ate the canary. “I took a shower, finished cleaning my room, and I have a surprise for you. The movie you wanted is on the way, and chicken alfredo is on the stove.” I squealed with delight. Talk about being spoiled rotten. Within minutes, ‘The Girl Next Door’ was in the DVD player, chicken alfredo was on plates on our laps, and an ice cold Pepsi was beside the bed. As the movie started, I moaned with pleasure at the delicious food he had cooked for us. The movie was spent eating our dinner, then cuddling and giggling at the fantastic movie. When the credits started to roll, I rolled over to face him, and he kissed me tenderly. “What are you thinking?” he asked, as he saw me looking thoughtfully into his eyes. “Do you wish I was a porn star?” I asked coquettishly, referring to the main character in the movie. At 5’2” and 105 lbs, I don’t have a terrible body. My breasts are small but perky, and I’ve been told I have an incredible butt, though I don’t always see it. My short brown hair reaches my shoulders, and my blue eyes match his, though mine have a bit more gray in them. He chuckled softly. “Absolutely not.” He kissed me for a few more minutes before asking, “Do you wish I was one?” I winked at him, “You look like one.” He scoffed, “Noooo.” I rubbed against him a little and said seductively, “You’re hung like one.” He laughed at that, and got up to set the dishes aside and clear off the bed. I rolled onto my stomach and bent my knees to let my feet dangle in the air, knowing that I was wearing a short denim skirt and probably giving him a great view of my red panties. He eyed me up for a moment, then came back to bed, laying on his back next to me. I leaned over to kiss him and he held back a bit, teasing me by barely brushing his lips over mine. I ran my tongue over his lips and he moved closer, probing my mouth ever so gently with his tongue. Keeping my eyes half-closed, my entire body was tingling at the teasing sensation of such soft kisses. When he broke the kiss, I slowly opened my eyes to find him grinning devilishly at me. I smiled. “I love you so much,” I whispered softly, feeling my heart pound with adoration. “I love you most,” he teased me lightly, using one of our inside jokes. I leaned in to kiss him again, the soft teasing and caressing of his tongue inside my mouth sending chills all through my body. They were the kisses that I love the absolute most, and also the ones that make me want him so badly. He jumped up suddenly and went to close the door and turn off the lights. I felt myself getting wet just at the idea of what was about to come. He knelt over me gently, straddling me and sitting lightly on my butt, pushing my white tanktop up my back and rubbing my skin slowly. I nearly purred at the idea of a back massage, especially the way he does it. His caresses were strong, pushing deep into my muscles for absolute relaxation. My heart skipped a beat as he unhooked my bra to access my entire bare back. His fingers roamed over my shoulders, his thumbs pressing in slow, small circles to work out knots in my muscles, then moving down to slip beneath my skirt and massage my butt and inner thighs. I found myself parting my thighs slightly, alternating between holding my breath and letting out cooing sounds of approval and he caressed and touched my skin. His hands then slid beneath my panties to caress my bare ass just for a moment before smoothing down my skirt and moving back up to my back. I was floating on a wave of ecstasy when his deep caresses switched to lightly tracing his fingers over my skin, just barely touching my back. I felt as if every sense had been heightened to the fullest extent, and when I felt him lean down and brush his lips slowly over my flesh, I gasped in delight and pleasure – the feeling was absolutely incredible. Spreading kisses all over my back, he continued to let his fingers run slowly over me, until the teasing sensation became almost too much to bare. He knows me so well, knows how much I love to be teased in bed. Our emotional bond has allowed him to read me so well, knowing exactly how to touch me and please me in the best way. His lips finally moved up to my ear, where he whispered in a soft but commanding tone, “Roll over, baby.” I was quick to oblige, getting excited just at the simple demand, as I love being told what to do in bed. Staring up at him, I could barely breathe with anticipation. He leaned down slowly, and kissed me tenderly, his hands busy removing my strapless bra and pushing my tanktop up over my breasts. I closed my eyes as his fingers traced over my stomach to move up and caress my breasts. When he began to slowly rub my nipples, I flinched with shock and pleasure. Knowing that my nipples are one of the most sensitive areas on my body, he spent a few moments rubbing them before lowering his lips to suck on them gently. I moaned, arching my back up to push his lips harder onto me. He teased me for what seemed like hours, sucking and nibbling on my nipple, before moving his other hand up to pinch and rub my other nipple. My breathing quickened and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling all of my muscles slowly tighten. I whimpered, feeling my orgasm approaching, willing it to overcome my body. He increased his pace and I cried out as I felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. My hands tightened on his shoulders as I threw my head back and gasped for breath, shocked as always that he can make me cum without even touching my pussy. As my breathing slowed, he gave me a sly smile and sat up slightly. My shaking hands rubbed his chest, stomach, then encircled his cock through his shorts. He moaned slightly as I squeezed him gently, stroking a little bit through the material. Just the feel of his dick, and how hard he gets for me is enough to get me wet, and I love giving him head. He fairly ripped off his shirt and I rushed to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He leaned down to kiss me and our tongues played with each other roughly, the kiss deepening and becoming more urgent as I freed his dick from his shorts and began to stroke it slowly. He pulled back and lightly ran his hand under the back of my head, guiding my lips to meet his dick as he straddled my chest. I hungrily sucked him in, moaning with the pleasure of feeling his hardness inside my mouth, tasting just a little precum, enough to make me want more. His hands reached behind him and began to play under my skirt, stroking over my shaved pussy slowly before he shoved two fingers inside. I gasped and whimpered as he stroked me quickly to another orgasm, and I was barely able to concentrate on continuing to suck his dick. He lifted himself off of me, pulling off his shorts and boxers swiftly, then helping me take off my tanktop, skirt and panties. I moved over so he could lay on his back, his head at the foot of the bed. “Get on top of me baby,” he whispered roughly, and I quickly crawled on top of him, facing his feet so we could sixty-nine. His tongue immediately found my clit and he began licking and sucking at my pussy. I gasped with pleasure and shock as I almost instantly came again, before recovering enough to sink my lips onto his hard dick. Having a fairly small mouth, and he being quite well-endowed, I wasn’t quite able to suck all of him in, but I used my hand to stroke the base of his cock, wanting him so desperately that my pace quickened immediately. When my next two orgasms came, I could feel my juices flowing out of my pussy, and could hardly believe how wet I was for him. I could both hear and feel him moaning as he continued to lick and suck my pussy, bringing me to orgasm at least two more times before moving back and groaning, “I need you now!” I couldn’t move fast enough, wanting so badly to feel him inside of me, wanting him to thrust his hard dick into me and fill me up. My hands were shaking with anticipation as I found a condom in my purse and laid down quickly onto the bed, before he climbed on top of me. He took a moment to kiss me softly and whisper how much he loved me, before unrolling the condom onto his dick and spreading my legs wide. My pussy was dripping with juices, from how much I wanted him and how many times I had come already, but I was still tight the first time he slid inside of me. I gasped and closed my eyes, then opened them wide to watch his face as he began to pump in and out of me. I love to watch him when we make love, love to watch the pleasure on his face and the urgency with how much he desires me. He pushed my knees up to his chest and I came almost immediately as his cock touched my g-spot deep inside of me. My hands were gripping his shoulders tightly as I moaned, letting him move in and out of me fast, tightening my pussy around his cock, wanting him to push inside of me as deeply as possible. His pleasure was obvious as he frantically tried to kiss me hard, then pulled away to groan as I came again, my muscles tightening even harder around him. When I couldn’t stand it any more, needed to feel him cum, I lowered my legs and bent them slightly at the knees, using the leverage to push back against him as hard and as fast as he was pushing into me, knowing that this would move him closer to orgasm. He moaned as our pace went faster and harder, our movements so urgent and needy, our bodies begging to be satisfied fully. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his back, feeling his hard body moving so desperately against mine, gasping as my orgasms seemed to turn into one continuous wave. He let out a loud groan, gasping and moaning as he came, which immediately set me off into my last orgasm. I could barely catch my breath as he pulled out of me, collapsing on my chest as he shuddered in the wake of his orgasm. This is the most erotic part of sex for me, feeling his heart race and hearing him gasp for breath, knowing how I’ve pleasured his body, how much I’ve pleased him and how incredible I’ve made him feel. He clutched me desperately as he slowly rode out the waves of pleasure and I stroked his hair and back, calming him gently. We both took a few minutes to bask in our mutual pleasure before he raised his head and smiled that same sly grin before tenderly kissing me. I was suddenly overcome with emotion, love and tenderness toward him, and my breath caught in my throat as I squeezed my eyes shut, then stared at him adoringly. He smiled shyly, “What?” I shook my head slightly. How could I explain to him that making love to him was only half physical, that the emotional part sometimes rose up and overcame any physical pleasure, making sex not just sex, but truly Making Love? I could only look into his eyes, and see the same love and adoration staring right back at me, and feel like the luckiest girl in the world for having found him. The Perfect Night It was a cold, stormy night, and Aria was preparing herself for an outing with her lover, Damien. She donned a sexy leather miniskirt with a camisole and long, black, leather coat, making sure not to forget her beautiful new leather boots. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled approvingly at her outfit, then finished her make-up. It was ten o'clock before Damien was there to pick her up, and she bubbled with excitement when she heard the chime of the doorbell. She rushed downstairs nearly tripping over her own feet, stumbled to the door and ripped it open to find her lover in all black leather as well. A perfect match. They were going to a rave where all of the hottest Darkwave music would be piercing the air until dawn. Damien led her out into the rain, taking her hand and bounding for his black, 1978 Ford Thunderbird. Lightning struck nearby, followed by a loud thunder clap. Damien smiled as he revved the engine just as the lightning struck. A mischievous expression graced his face as he looked directly at Aria, and she giggled naughtily. This was going to be a night to remember. They sped off, peeling out of the neighbourhood and laughing evilly like they always did. When they would come to stoplights, they let their tongues dance as the windshield wipers fought off the pouring rain. Then as before, they would peel out, just missing a cop or highway patrol officer. After a forty-five minute commute, they reached the rave, but it was surprisingly quiet. Damien was disappointed but would not let this get him down. He was going to please Aria no matter what. They pulled right up to the old warehouse where the rave was supposed to be, and as they got out of the car, lightning struck the metal roof sending a spark down to the ground. Aria jumped at the spark, but Damien caught her and dipped her down, biting her neck hard like a vampire. Chills shot through Aria's legs as she became aroused. Damien led her inside the vast expanse of the warehouse. The setting was awesome. It was industrial beauty at its best. Dim lighting created an orange glow throughout the place, and with each clap of thunder, the lights would flicker. Rusted metal girders overhead supported the second floor, and long, steel columns only added to the setting. The rain made a plinking sound on the tin roof which was green from oxidation. It couldn't get any better than this. After many moments of exploring the industrial masterpiece in which they would be spending the night, they found a lounge with several comfortable yet beat up, orange couches. Drink stains covered the couches, but Damien and Aria paid no mind. Damien shoved Aria hard onto the couch, then lunged on top of her, biting her neck hard and sucking at it, as if he were a vampire feeding on his next victim. Aria moaned with ecstasy as he bit her neck all over. He sneakily slid a hand up her skirt and touched her warmth. She gasped with surprise, and then, with a devilish expression, kissed him wildly. Fully aroused, Damien, began ripping at her clothes, removing each article with vigor until she was in her bra, panties, and boots. He kissed her all over her chest and down her stomach, then kissing her warmth. "I've never been so eager in all my life! God Aria I want you so fucking bad!" Damien spoke the words loudly, and Aria responded sexily. "Well you can't have me!" She decided to play hard to get, shoving him off of her. He fell onto the floor, and Aria ran from the lounge hiding from Damien's view. "Ahh...I know what you're getting at...a little roleplay?! I'll get you Aria!" Damien ran off looking for Aria, who was hiding behind an industrial-sized empty oil barrel. Aria giggled quietly as she waited for him to find her. She wanted him to take her captive and tie her up with anything he could find. She wanted to be his slave tonight, more than any other fetish imaginable. When he found her, she ran in the opposite direction, but Damien, who had by now taken his top off, caught her and tackled her to the ground. He had some rope which he retrieved from his car, and had every intention to use it. Aria tried to fight back, but she was no match for his strength. He held both of her wrists together with one hand, and bound her hands tightly. He pulled her to her feet and dragged her roughly over to one of the steel columns. Using another piece of rope, he bound the fighting Aria to the pole, and began feeling her up. She kicked at him, but he held her legs down firmly to the ground with his knees. She couldn't move a muscle. He pulled her panties to the side and crossed two fingers, then forced them inside her. She whimpered like a puppy with each stroke and twist of his fingers within her. A distressed expression crossed her face, but this only sparked more arousal from him. He moved back still holding her legs with his and went down on her. He licked her all over and inside her wet silk. She tasted so sweet. Better than candy. She scowled at him playfully, but was interrupted by an extreme shot of pleasure as he used his fingers and his mouth. As he twisted his fingers all about inside of her and licked her clit in just the right manner, he made her all but scream with pleasure. Just when she was about to come, he revealed himself and entered her. He let her legs go free, and pushed them up into the air. He began pounding her audibly, and her legs moved with each thrust. She moaned loudly in time with him, and she came within minutes with no extra stimulation. Her screams of climax shattered the chilled industrial air, and he could feel her tighten around him. The feeling alone made him come as well, and they shared a nearly simultaneous orgasm. Aria came for a total of twenty-four seconds, while Damien came for ten, and both were dead tired when the whole thing was over. Damien unbound his lover and carried her into the lounge where he lay next to her on the sofa. He stroked her soft, silky black hair as she closed her eyes to rest. "You're so beautiful Aria." He told her fondly. She smiled, opening her eyes, and smiling, seeming to return his admiration. Damien let an expression of pride slither onto his face; he felt so masculine and potent. That was his best yet, he knew that for certain. They rested for an hour or so, frequently pausing to kiss one another passionately. All of a sudden, a yell was heard somewhere inside the building. "Is anybody in here? This is the police!" The voice called. Damien rushed to the light switch and flipped it off. They couldn't be seen. They would be arrested, and their night would be ruined for sure. The policeman scoured the place for some half hour, only glancing in the window of the office once. Aria and Damien were sitting on either side of the door, so there was no way he could see them. Besides, the only light in the room was coming from outside the room. They heard him approach, stop for a minute or two to peer in, then heard him say it was clear, and the footsteps trailed off. They knew everyone was gone when the heavy steel door latched shut. They heard chains being wrapped around the doors. They were trapped inside. Damien and Aria waited a few minutes before flipping the lights back on. They wanted to make sure no one was in the building. Minutes later, Damien illuminated the room, and helped Aria to her feet, picked her up, and placed her gently on the sofa. She was still in her underwear and boots, and Damien still in his leather pants and boots, so he removed her boots slowly and seductively, then his own. They made a game of it, removing one another's clothing. She slid his pants off of him, but they didn't go easily. His sweat caused them to stick to his legs, and the smell of sweat and leather excited the both of them. He slid a hand up her stomach to her bra, unhooking it gracefully. He was a master at this, and she rose up to let him slide it off her shoulders. Her perfectly sized breasts were exposed, and he kissed each one, pausing to suck on her nipples. He slid his fingers down to her panties, and with a couple smooth motions, slid them off. He dropped them carelessly on the floor, and kissed her warmth romantically. She reached for his boxers, and slid them off with ease as he had with her, and completely exposed, the two lay nude on the sofa together, admiring one another's simple beauty. For once, they felt that everything was right for them in the world, and that the humans they were truly beautiful and awesome creatures, not destructive monsters. Damien couldn't stop staring at Aria. She was so perfect in every way. Each curve was evenly defined, everything was perfectly sized, her lips were naturally as red as blood, and her eyes were as green as springtime leaves. She had pale skin just like Damien's, and he could see each blue vein on her skin. He loved looking at the ones that led to her heart, where he could say he rested. On the latter side, Aria couldn't keep from slipping into dreaminess. Damien was milky pale, with dark brown eyes that were almost black. He was so vampiric. He had just enough muscles with out overdoing it, broad shoulders, flat stomach, defined chest, strong legs and arms. His hair was long and black, and so shiny that it reflected the light. Aria and Damien felt so lucky to be in the loving arms of one another. Though the setting was far from romantic, petty things like that didn't matter. Damien crawled atop Aria and leaned his head down to kiss her forehead. Her skin was cold. She smiled up at him, then shivered. He found a covering, which ended up being a large towel, and covered the both of them with it. He went down to her feet, starting there, and kissing her all the way up past her warmth, past her chest, past her neck, and French kissed her with such fervency that Aria let out low, loving sounds of gratification. Before long, they were hot and sweaty, for they had kissed and licked and played with one another so much that they were in great eager for more. Damien asked her quietly if she wanted to make love to him, not roughly, not forcefully, but slowly and smoothly. Aria agreed excitedly, and as he entered her, she began to whimper. Each stroke was effortless, yet so powerful. His rhythm was perfect, and taking notice, Aria began to move with him. They made love for what seemed like hours, occasionally changing positions and stopping to kiss passionately or lick one another's necks. Once again, after trying each and every position imaginable, Damien climbed atop her. His sweat dripped from his chest onto hers. Each drip sent chills down Aria's body, but at the same time, warmed her sufficiently. There was such bond between them that it was impossible to describe with any such words, and as dawn crept into the old, abandoned warehouse, and the sun found them together, their bodies intertwined, sleeping ever so soundly. A perfect end to a perfect night of love. The Perfect Night Authors note - This story if a naughty quickie, written in 1000 words * Soaked to the skin, but laughing hard, the two of us piled into John's flat, tripping over each other in our haste. The heat of the flat's central heating system felt delicious and, making straight for a radiator, I began warming my trembling hands. The walk from the party to Windsor Street had taken no more than five minutes but the deluge from the winter skies had drowned us. "Take your coat off, get dry," said John. "Drink?" "Please. Something warming." "Coming right up." Clicking on the lights, he padded down the hallway and disappeared into what I presumed was the kitchen. I could hear him clattering around as I hurriedly removed my dripping coat and black stilettos. The shoes, my favourites, were ruined. The mud on the pavements outside had destroyed them. Never mind. "Whiskey," announced John, reappearing with two glass tumblers. Ice clinked and the amber liquid swirled as he walked. "Cheers!" "Cheers!" I took the drink gratefully and knocked it back, hoping the alcohol would warm my core. It did, beautifully. Following my lead, John downed his own measure before depositing both glasses on the hallway table. Moving closer, his hand stroked my arm. "Now what?" he asked. Warmth flooded my body, not just from the whiskey. John was lovely, so sexy. We barely knew each other but I'd followed him home for a reason. "What would you like to do?" I purred. Eyes glinting, he took my hand. "I'll show you." He led me down the hallway towards his bedroom. The room was dark and we left it that way. Drawing me in, he kissed my forehead, his warm lips sizzling against my cold skin. In the quiet darkness I could hear his heart pounding and I'm sure he could hear mine. Fingertips brushed against my face sending shivers rippling up and down my spine. I held my breath, not daring to move, as John covered my body with tiny butterfly kisses: neck, shoulders, breasts. His hands grappled with the fastenings on my dress and, once undone, the silky material tumbled to the floor. I was naked beneath, except for my panties. Resisting the instinct to cover up, I awaited my lover's reaction. John stepped backwards,eyes wide. He seemed edgy and I could see the tremor in his hands as he tentatively caressed my exposed breasts. I shuddered as his fingers made contact with my nipples, stimulating them, making them ache. Blood raced through my veins as desire welled up. "John..." Still he hesitated. Patience fading, I took the lead. I pulled him towards me, lips sinking into his slender neck, sucking his flesh into my mouth. I tasted him, feeling the smooth texture of his skin on my tongue. Placing his hands upon my panties, I gasping as his fingers probed beneath the fabric. The second he touched that intimate place, my body responded - I was on fire, a furnace of lust. Breathing hard, I wriggled out of my underwear, pushing my naked body up against his, inviting him to have me. My heart raced and I quivered in anticipation of what was to come. But John didn't move. Nothing! Didn't he want me? Desperation kicked in. I began to tear at John's clothing, pulling at his tie, frantically unbuttoning his shirt. I groped at his rain soaked trousers, dislodging the top fastening in my haste. I stripped him - shoes, shirt, trousers, boxer shorts. That did it. John issued a deep guttural moan as my fumbling hands freed his cock. It was hot and hard, standing proud between his legs. My fingers closed around it, my touch causing further swelling. The scent of pre-cum filled the air as the first glistening droplets emerged from the purple tip. Groaning, John pushed his body hard against mine. His cock dug into my flesh whilst his hands traced the contours of my curvaceous ass. I could hear his breathing; fast, excited. He wanted sex...so did I. Enough foreplay! Patience destroyed, I shoved John roughly towards the bed, pulling him down on top of me. "Fuck me," I demanded. "Fuck me!" Hands wrapped firmly around his penis, I guided him into position, catching my breath as his hot erection collided with my sex. Penetration was imminent, that delicious squeeze as his fat cock slipped past my labia and disappeared inside me...any moment... "John," I begged, "please." In the dim light I just could make out his beaming smile before the look was replaced by one of concentration. "Oh God..." I arched my back as he drove his penis deep inside my longing cunt. John was a fantastic lover. His athletic body pounded me, thrusting his cock inside me again and again with unstoppable stamina. I experienced a level of ecstasy I'd never felt before. Everything John did was right; the way he kissed me, the way he moved inside me, the way he held me close as he brought me to orgasm. Overpowering waves of euphoria sent me into crippling spasms yet I yearned for more, always more...and I got it. When John reached climax, he held me tightly, gripping my ass as he ejaculated, filling me with his hot seed. His body stiffened as he pumped me again, depositing a second sweet load before, sweating and spent, he collapsed by my side. He lay still, chest heaving as he fought for breath. When he finally calmed down, he rolled towards me, wrapping me up in his arms. He managed a smile before his eyes fluttered and closed. My own eyelids heavy, I let them droop and settled down in my new lover's warm embrace. Sticky with sweat and smelling of sex, we remained locked together all night. John and I were virtual strangers but that night was lovely, perfect and it was just the beginning of...well, who knows? The Perfect Night It was finally happening! Mistress H arranged to meet up with me at a nice hotel to have some fun. She told me depending on my behavior; she may decide to move me in with her to be her full time slave. This was the opportunity I had been fantasizing over for months! I knew I would have to do my best to please her, so immediately upon hearing her orders to meet her at the hotel that night, I got in the shower and shaved my entire body smooth. I touched myself lightly under the hot water, imagining the feel of her fingers teasing me. When I got out of the shower, I rubbed my body all over with my favorite girly lotion. Satisfied with the subtly sweet scent encasing my skin, I moved to the bedroom to get dressed. First up, I chose one of my favorite pairs of panties. Pink and black bikini cut a size too small that held my package firmly in place and gave my front a more feminine look. The back was sheer black that you could see right through, exposing my round ass. I danced around for a minute in front of the mirror, admiring my shape and the way the panties accentuated my hips. I moved on and dressed in my male clothes. Black dress pants and shoes with a slightly higher than average heel for men. She ordered me those shoes specifically so I would feel like I was wearing moderate high heels. Then I moved on to my shirt, a hot pink short sleeved button up. She picked the color because she knew it was my favorite and because it was feminine and pretty, warranting questioning looks from people in passing. Finally, I applied light mascara and a neutral lip-gloss and was ready to go. I checked my phone for the time and saw that I had a message from Mistress H. It read "Candy, I am so looking forward to testing you out in person tonight. On your front porch you'll find two packages, I expect you to be wearing the contents of both of them when you arrive at the hotel tonight." My stomach filled with butterflies and I rushed to the door to find that there were indeed two small packages. I brought them inside and opened them delicately. The first package contained a neon blue butt plug and a note. "Bright blues are so fun, don't you think?" I examined the plug and it appeared to be a couple of inches in diameter at its widest point. I had never had anything so big inside of me before. I started shaking in nervous anticipation. I got out my bottle of lube and ran a bunch of it all over the plug, then proceeded to tease a little bit of it inside with a finger to ease the penetration of the plug. Once I felt I was slippery enough, I got on all fours, pressed the plug against my opening, and began to push the toy inside. It felt so huge; my ass had never been spread so wide. While I had definitely had different toys up there during my video chat sessions with my mistress, everything I owned paled in comparison to the toy that was now being pushed past my opening. As I reached the widest part, it started to get painful, but I kept pushing it until my body accepted it and sucked the plug the rest of the way inside. I collapsed onto my stomach to rest and breath for a minute before remembering the other package and rushing to open it. Another note lay on top: "You're such a good little sissy Candy, but I want to make sure there is no unauthorized playtime while I'm not around to punish you. The lock had better be in place when I see you, and don't worry, I have the key. ;)" Confused, I looked into the package and saw a strange pink piece of plastic. Upon closer examination, I realized exactly what it was. She wanted me to wear a chastity cage! The small device would fit around my cock and balls and prevent me from getting hard. In the bottom of the box there was a small padlock. She wanted me to lock myself in this contraption to prevent me from playing with myself or even being able to get hard. I was terrified at first, what if she didn't let me cum? Or worse, if she didn't let me out of the cage for a long time. I put those thoughts out of my head and reminded myself that submitting to my mistress was all that I had been wanting for the longest time and I knew that I could handle this. I slipped the ring around my cock, then pushing my balls through one at a time. Then came the shaft that would encase my rod and stop me from getting hard. I slipped it on, secured it, and then sealed the deal with the padlock. My heart fluttered the second the lock clicked shut and I knew I was in for an interesting night. I smiled in anticipation. Upon getting to the hotel, I informed my mistress of my arrival. She messaged me the room number and instructed me to knock twice and then kneel facing the door. I found her room, knocked as instructed, and then kneeled. My cheeks burned bright red as I stared at the door, hoping she would hurry up and let me in. The minutes ticked by and felt like hours. People walked past me, one guy even stopping to ask if I was okay. "Yep", I replied, "just waiting for uh, my girlfriend to let me in." It was about five minutes before I heard the slide of the deadbolt and Mistress H appeared before me. I looked up at her to see a bombshell blonde staring back down at me. Her eyes were a piercing green that seemed to radiate and draw attention. Her boobs were huge, practically bursting out of the patent leather strapless top that held them in and pressed them together. The second my eyes met hers I felt the sting of her hand striking my face. "I didn't say you could look at me slut," she said sternly yet with a playful undertone. "I'm sorry mistress," I said, feeling guilty and disappointed in myself. I finally get to meet my mistress in person and this is the impression I give her. "No you're not sissy, but you will be." She said matter of factly. "Now kiss my feet." I bent over and planted a big kiss on top of one of her shoes, then the other. Switching back and forth between the two, knowing not to stop until she said I could. While my head was still down, I heard her fussing with something above my head. I resisted the temptation to check it out and continued kissing her feet. I felt a strong hand on my hair as my mistress pulled my head up from her shoes. It was the sexiest kind of pain, having her pulling my hair like a whore. She kept my face angled downward and with her other hand began moving something onto my neck. She released my hair and fastened the collar around my neck, clipping it shut and then with a small clicking sound I knew she had just locked it in place. With that, she placed a finger on my chin, pulled my face so I was looking at her right in the eye, and said, "now, you may look at me." She then leaned in as if to kiss me and I was so excited, but when she was only centimeters away, she pulled back and smiled. I'm sure the disappointment showed on my face because she said "don't worry sissy, there'll be plenty of time for that later, but for right now, it's about time we got you all dolled up like a good little slut." With that, she spun around and started walking into the room and I felt a tug at my neck. I realized I was on a leash being guided by her hand and had to crawl along the floor to keep up. It was humiliating having to crawl along the floor like that, yet I felt my cock straining inside of its cage. This was getting me insanely horny already. My mistress walked back behind me and shut the door, sealing the two of us into our own little world. Once she led me into the bathroom on all fours, she ordered me to stand. I pulled myself up and looked in the mirror. I could now see that on my collar, there was a pink heart shaped tag that read: "Candy Sissy Slut Property of Mistress H" That was the moment I felt truly owned.