2 comments/ 47205 views/ 0 favorites Imagine By: Belle_in_south The snow is starting to fall and the TV plays softly in the background, the flickering light of the images the only light in the room. I lay back, thinking of You, of this gift that You have given me. My body trembles lightly as my hands move over my breasts and stomach and thighs. My fingers comb through the thick hair at my sex, thinking of how my body belongs to You. I am no longer me, but I am what You want me and make me. It has been too long and my body is eager. My nipples are already hard pebbles. My heart is drumming against my sternum. I concentrate on You. I think about kneeling before You, feeling Your loving fingers combing through my hair and touch my cheek. I can imagine Your husky, honey voice whispering roughly, “My sweet pet.” My pussy lips are itching with desire and my clit is throbbing. I can feel lubrication seeping out of me in anticipation. I reach for my small vibrator, knowing that without You here penetration is not allowed. I slide it between my moist lips, pressing firmly against my clit and angling the head so that it lies lengthwise inside me. I flip the switch to low and moan, feeling the sensation shoot through my body. My nipples tighten more. I think about Your cock, thick and heavy and long and hard. I think about the way it feels in my hands and how I love to wrap my lips around it. I imagine my head bobbing in Your lap while Your fingers comb tenderly through my hair. As the pleasure increases, my mind begins hopping, going from one erotic image to another. I lift my knees, pulling my thighs apart, and begin stroking the vibrator up and down my clit in a steady, firm motion. My mind shuts out the sound of the television, but I am quiet, as we sometimes have to be. My mind finally settles on one image and my stroking grows faster, rocking the head of the vibrator against my clit. The image in my head is the drawing of three bound girls. They all have ball gags in their mouths. I know what that is like, my teeth gripping the rubber ball, my lips stretched around it, unable to do anything but moan no matter how much pleasure or pain I feel. My wrist works faster, pushing in and out against my pussy as I focus on the image. The three girls have their head bowed, their eyes lowered like good slaves. I think they are a little afraid. Perhaps they wonder how they had gotten into that situation. How had they come to the point where they are bound? Their hands are behind their back. They are on their knees. Were they willing participants or had they been forced into their training? Now each was chained to two other girls. Any movement from one would affect the other two. Each girl is harnessed. They have identical leather bindings wrapped around their shoulders. The harnesses circle their breasts, exposing their young, perfect globes. Their nipples are hard. The picture does not show below the waist, but I am certain the harness continues down to embrace their thighs and frame their pussies. Why are they there? I ask myself that question again and again. They are not in a dungeon. There is an end table and lamp sitting in the corner. They are there for show. They are on display. Is the Master or Mistress of the house simply showing off property? Those girls are property, just as I am Your property. My pussy, that is feeling so good now, is Your property. I would not be allowed to have the sweet sensation racing through my body without Your compassionate permission. My mind latches suddenly onto a purpose for the girls. They are going to be sold. A wealthy buyer is coming and their Trainer has put the three best slaves on auction. The buyer will come in and inspect the girls thoroughly. I still my hand, pressing the tip of the vibrator against my clit and squeezing it tight. My stomach is starting the quiver as the pleasure intensifies. I want to linger on the image for a few minutes. The Trainer comes through and selects them. They are cleaned and trimmed and prepared. They are stimulated so the scent of their arousal will please the buyer. During the inspection, the buyer will slide fingers into each of their slits, testing their dampness and feeling of their clit. The fingers will slide deeper, wanting to know how tight each of the girls is. That will be one of the things they use to measure the worth of the girls. The girls know nothing of the buyer. The Trainer knows very little. The buyer is dressed in black. Even the buyer’s face is hidden. None of the buyer’s features is obvious. They cannot even tell if the buyer is male or female. Even if they could, the buyer may have sent a proxy to make the purchase. Maybe the girls are required to put on a show for the buyer before they are brought to the room for the final purchase. I picture rooms with two way mirrors. The buyer stands on the outside of the room, watching as the girls are fondled. What does the buyer want? A docile girl will satisfy without question, but a feisty one will present more of a challenge. The scenario is not finished in my mind. My hand has started rocking the vibrator again, scrubbing it up and down my swollen clit. My pussy grips at it and my body spasms. My climax is not mind blowing. I’m almost not certain that I did finish and I leave the vibrator pushed inside me. I think I will never have a truly satisfying climax without being in Your presence again. Anytime I play without You nearby, even with Your permission, it is not as intense or as thrilling as when You are there. You are training me well, making more than my body Yours. My body belonged to You first, and then my heart fell into Your custody. As I drift to sleep, I think again about the collar You showed me. I think about how the leather will feel against my neck, and how I will look when the light catches the silver embedded in the band. I think about how much I want to accept the gift of Your love and Your possession. Imagine You are led by the hand to a room. You can't make out any of the details because your eyes are completely blindfolded. You hear the door shut and a lock being turned. He comes closer to you. You feel a glass at your lips and smell the scent of wine. "Keep your hands at your sides and do only what I tell you. I control the pleasure this evening," he says, "Drink." You hear movement in the room, movement other than him. PANIC...who else is here...what is going on? You start to say, "who..." but he puts his fingers to your lips and says, " no talking...trust me." "Ok," you reply. You take a sip from the glass and feel the warmth in your throat as the wine slips down. Your hands are still at your sides where you were told to keep them. You feel movement but...something is brushing your earlobe. It is light and gentle...his fingers? You feel the air move about you and then hands are on your top blouse button. There is no pushing or pulling, the button almost seems to come undone on its own. The second follows the first and the third the second and so on. In no time you feel the ends of your blouse coming up from your skirt. You know he is doing it, but the movement is so smooth, it seems as if it is being done by the air. Music plays gently in the background but that is the only sound. You could be alone, but you know differently. No matter who else is present, he is here and, before he is done, he is going to have you. He is going to push himself inside you, over and over and the lips of your opening will open wide to swallow his tool over and over again. The moisture from you will coat him and your combined juices will be flowing out and down between your legs leaving the wet record of your lust... Thinking of this, you can sense the eroticism by the wetness growing in your panties. This is definitely different from your other sex partners. With them it was a mad dash to the bed and then strip, suck and fuck as long and as hard as you could. You were fondled, sucked, pounded and flooded: then you both slept and rested a while before starting up again. You are hardly a virgin, yet...it feels different now: you are like a flower being opened. What is even more exciting, even if you don't admit it to him...ever...is the fact that this is going to happen in front of others. You're glad you're blindfolded, since you don't think you could go through with this while watching them. At the same time, you always wanted to ...to...to be naked and fucked while someone else watched. Something soft and delicate is moving over your breasts...it tickles a little but feels wonderful. He's planting light kisses on the top of each breast followed by gentle stroking with his fingers. It feels wonderful...so sensitive you stimulating. You are growing more aroused...and wet. There is a tug at the back of your bra strap, then a snap and the bra falls open: he cut it! You start to protest but his finger touches your lips ands he merely says, "no sound." A finger touches the underside of both hands and raises them slightly. He says, "stay," and then the bra seems to float forward down your arms and over you hands. You're now topless and you can feel your breath increasing slightly now that your breasts are exposed. You still can't see with the blindfold on, but you can't hear him either: he is being very quiet. All of a sudden something very soft touches your nipples, just for a second. What is it? There it is again, this time going around your nipples, making them very firm. It's circling the entire breast, even the bottom: It feels tickly but wonderful. What is he doing? You feel something approach you from the front and then you feel a drop of warm liquid hit your breast. Another drop hits the other breast and slowly begins to run down it. He says " don't move." From behind, you feel his arms circle you and his hands take hold of your breasts. The thumb and index fingers reach up and rub the warm liquid against your protruding nipples, first gently back and forth and then in ever widening circles. You lean back and sigh, maybe even give off a soft sensual moan. He gradually takes the whole breast in his hand, gently rubbing not only the tops and the nipples but the bottoms making your breasts feel like wonderful objects of sensuality and desire. It feels wonderful until it stops just as suddenly as it started. You feel him back away but you wish he would just continue what he was doing: it felt sooooo nice. Again the touch! Something is touching your nipples! You feel he is close and you know what it is: it's his tongue gliding back and forth over the tip of the nipples. Not satisfied with the tip, he then once again begins with his circling: first the nipple, then around the nipple, then farther out , father and farther until he is circling the entire breast. It feel so nice, but what about the other one you think. It's almost as if he read your mind: his tongue moves down from the top of the one breast, through your cleavage and underneath the second breast. His continues the circling of the second breast in smaller and smaller circles. You know where he is going to end: the nipple, just where he started on the first one. You start to reach for him, but he takes your hands and firmly says, "No honey, I told you to keep your hands still. I know you want to participate, but we are going to do this my way." You hear him walk away. You can't help but think, 'what the hell is he doing? I'm horny enough to jump him right now...where is he, I NEED IT!" You hear a soft gentle voice...a female voice... off in the distant say," her tits are wonderful. I wish someone...him or you would do that to me! Here hold my panties." You're breathing heavily; not just from what he is doing to you but now whoever is there with him...at least two people...are looking at you and masturbating! How you wish you could watch without being seen! It seems like longer but in reality he returns in just a few moments. "Put your hands out in front of you, "he says. You do and then you feel him wrapping something soft around one of your wrists and then the other. He ties the two hands together, one on top of the other. 'This is silly,' you think, 'with my hands this way he won't be able to suck my nipples and THAT IS WHAT I WANT!!!!' You are about to mention that to him when he pulls you gently by your tied hands. "Where are we going," you ask. All he says is, "shhhhhh, no talking." He walks you several feet and then turns you around. Taking your hips in his hands, he backs you up to the bed and has you sit down on it.. You feel him pull on the material binding your hands and then your hands are pulled up over your head. HE'S TIED YOU TO THE HEADBOARD OF THE BED WITH PEOPLE WATCHING, YOU ARE NOW HALF NAKED AND COMPLETELY AT HIS MERCY!!!!! Your sense of apprehension is set aside by his lips once again suckling at your nipples...first the right...then the left...then back to the right. Speaking of the right one, his fingers, re-wetted are playing with the left breast at the same time, keeping the nipple stimulated and sending messages of lust and desire to the dampening wetness between your legs. His lips stop and then you feel him pinching the nipple, gently at first, then with a more firm touch. His is pulling at it as if he wants it too come out farther. You think, 'Jesus Christ, if you want more of it, just keep sucking it!' Just then you hear something...you feel something being placed on your nipple. It's gently pinching it but you feel him doing something and the pinch is increasing. You feel a constant pull on you nipple as he lets go of the right one and then goes over and repeats what he did to the left one. He steps back away from you, but you can still feel the gentle but firm pressure pulling at you tits even without him. He steps back in, takes hold of your chin, lifts it a little and begins to softly but firmly kiss your lips. As if this isn't wonderful enough, his other hand begins to slide down your side, over your hip, over your thigh, finally coming to rest on the center point of lust...your pussy. You let out a small moan and he says, "Glad you approve lover." "Ohh yess, "you sigh. The voice from the other part of the room agrees. "Oh, he's going to do her. Yes." You can sense him lower his head...he must be kneeling. Just then icy cold touches your left nipple in its clamp. It is replaced by a warm lapping tongue while the right one receives the touch of cold. It eventually is treated to the same warm as the cycle starts all over again with the ice going all over the breast and winding up at the nipple. A little tugging at whatever is on your nipples is keeping them right at attention if nothing else. Once again he lift your chin and begins kissing your wanting lips. You waste little time and return his kisses with all the fervor you can. Kiss...kiss...kiss...kiss...then you fell his hand at your belt! He's opened the belt and now he is opening your jeans! His hand is reaching in! Yess...yess..yesss!!! You spread your legs slightly as you feel him probe your rampantly wet pussy with his finger! The kissing, his finger fucking and the tension on your nipples, all take a toll on your sense of time. How long is going to do this? You know it won't be for too long because if he keeps this up you are going to cum! As the same time, you don't want it to stop. You think," my pussy juice is running down my thighs and his hand must be soaked, but just keep going...MAKE ME CUM!' He stops. 'OH NO,' you think! 'DON'T STOP...PLEASE DON'T STOP!' You feel his hands on both sides of your hips tugging at your pants...not just your pants but also your panties. 'Yes,' you think, 'he's going to fuck me,' so you try to help him by wiggling your hips to get the pants off faster. It works! He pulls them all the way down and removes them from your feet one by one. You're no longer concerned about the others in the room...you're too fucking horny! You think, 'if they want to see my cunt getting fucked, fine with me...as long I get fucked!!!' You then spread your legs as wide as you can with your hands still tied to the headboard so that he stick his cock up your pussy and fuck you. You wait and then you feel his hands spreading the inside of your thighs even farther apart. You're thinking how much you want this fuck. All of a sudden you feel something stiff enter your pussy, pushing in past the welcoming folds of your lips. You exhale as it goes in slowly but gradually deeper, then pulls back and plunges in again. Another feeling! HE HAS HIS MOUTH ON MY CLIT! HE'S SUCKING ME!!! You have his horny tongue driving your hot clit crazy and he is fucking your pussy with a dildo. Just when you think you can't take any more you feel both of your nipples being pulled on at the same time and then one at a time with his hand. In the haze of lust, you hear another vibrator going in the room followed by orgasmic moaning...the kind you make when you do yourself. You think, "Whoever the bitch is, she is getting it the same as I am...ooohhh yeeaahh!' The fucking, the sucking, the pinching/pulling...yesss...yesss...you hear...but you don't... The dildo pushes in again, this time vibrating in ...in...just...the...right...spo...ohhhhh shhiiittt!!!! Every muscle in your body seems to contract at once..."Yesssssss...Ohhhh Gooodddd...FUCKING YESSS...IIIIMMM CUMMMINGG...YEEESSSS...YEEESSSS...YEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" *** You hang there limp and breathing hard from the intensity of the orgasm. You lie there in peaceful bliss when you hear movement near the bed. Someone leans on the bed...a woman by the scent. It is a scent of perfume, sweat and come. She says, "Newbie honey, you are gorgeous and this has been the most erotic experience of my life. Thank you." She rises from the bed, says, "Come on; let's leave them their private moments." Footsteps shuffle, a door opens and closes. Silence falls on the room. He reaches up, unties you and your arms fall around his neck. He removes the blindfold and you see the nipple clamps he has on you and the chain connecting them...that is how he had so many hands. He lies next to you on the bed and pulls up a soft blanket that he has undoubtedly placed there in anticipation of this outcome. He puts his arm around you, kisses you and says, 'only because I love you." Imagine A warm spring day in Key West, no humidity, bright blue sky, a soft breeze caressing the fine hairs around your nipples, and we are sunning on deck chairs. We are on a slate overhang that overlooks the Gulf of Mexico, by a gleaming white stucco wall, the sun is warming the very heart of you, and you look at me and think, I want to feel you. You recall the night before when I kissed your lips, when you felt my tongue entwine with yours, while my throbbing cock was deep inside of you and you squeezed against the shaft. You think of my hot breath on you, and how it would juxtapose the soft breeze on your nipples. You stand up, beautiful in the sunlight; hundreds of tiny crystal like beads of water on you tanned skin from a warm water mister. Straddling my chair you sit on my waist, lean over, and whisper in my ear, I want to take you, every part of you and feel your thrust, hear you moan and enjoy the moment. You place my nipple in your mouth, I moan and arch my back, the feeling sends a shiver and a thrill through my entire being, you whisper again into my ear, your taste, I long for that, fantasize about it. You move up to my chest, your legs enfold beneath my shoulders and while you lower you pussy on my face you tell me, I want those bold beautiful broad shoulders to wrap around. I thirst for you're cum in my mouth, I long for the feel and texture of your clit between my lips. Oh, how I love your soft moans as your climax builds to those incredible orgasms you have. After you cum several times, you move back to your lounge chair, with a very hungry voice and passion in your eyes, you rub your clit and say, I want to have your tongue massage me, envelope me. I take sip of a cold drink, and wrap my mouth around you nipples. As the cold fluid hits the warmth of your nipple, you scream softly and bite my ear. I take another sip and do the same with your clit. Your cum explodes into my mouth, and as you pull my face into you and as you arch your back, I thrust my tongue in and out of your pussy, and back up to your clit. As you release me from the loving embrace of your thighs you push me back until I am on the cool slate and you say; NOW I so want to taste you, swallow you, and watch you explode inside me.... You are the most incredible lover, a lover not even my wildest fantasy could equal, as you run your tongue around the head of my cock and suck the pre-cum from inside. Wow, you are so amazing! You look up into my eyes and with lust in you voice tell me "I want to swallow every ounce of your cum." I rise up and wrap my arms around you and roll us over, I want to be inside you, feel you squeeze against the shaft of my cock, hit every G spot you have. As I almost lose my mind feeling the head of my cock entering the soft warmth within you, you pull me to you in a tight embrace and softly say, I am here to spread for you, and take you. The sun feels so warm on my back, and as we move in rhythm the breeze caressing us drives us both into explosive orgasm. We fall asleep in each other's arms and after an hour of bliss we make our way to the shower on the white stucco wall. I want to kneel in the shower, and watch you as I take your throbbing clit into my mouth, lick you and feel you tense up . As we begin another evening of love and wine your beautiful eyes look at me and as you kiss me deeply, passionately, and you assure me, I am the lover, you have been missing in your world.... Imagine Imagine that you and I have met, and we are returning to my room while you are in Dallas. I can feel the nervous excitement ripple through me as I wait for you to unlock the door. I enter and you are just a few steps behind. As I turn to you, my little black dress swirling around my thighs, I watch as you gently close the door. My eyes begin to sparkle as you walk towards me, and my breath quickens as you draw near. Your scent wafts towards me with your movements, and I breathe you in deep, loving the pure male smell of your aroused flesh. We've flirted around each other all evening, dancing a timeless dance and feeling the flames of sexual desire licking at us, heightening our awareness of each other. I meet you in front of the enormous bed, and press my body into yours. You take my hand in yours, and then slowly begin to slide it up my arm. I feel the prickles of electric excitement run through me as a small moan escapes my lips at the feel of your touch...and as your mouth closes over mine, I moan in utter abandon at the sweet taste of your kiss. I feel my nipples harden and press through the sheer material of my dress. As we kiss, you slide the straps off of my shoulders and work your way down my neck, kissing, nibbling, and gently nipping at the tender flesh until you have me squirming with desire. I feel your hand as it presses into the round fullness of my breast, and I gasp at the tingling pleasurable pressure of your thumb as it strokes my sensitive nipple. I feel your arms go around me, sliding the zipper of my dress down and the cool air of the room greets my naked back. I shudder with pleasure as your fingers graze over my sensitive skin. I step back from you, and look straight into your eyes. Unashamed, I slide the dress down my body and it falls to the floor. I stand in front of you, thighs slightly spread, and you can see that I'm aroused already, the dark moist spot where my black panties delve between my legs a dead give away. I walk to you then, still in my heels and panties, and slide your shirt off your body. I pause to kiss the warm skin that my hands have been itching, aching to touch. I nibble my way down your neck and chest, pausing to lick your nipples and graze my teeth over them. Loving the small shudders I see passing through you. I take your hand, guiding you to the bank of glass that lines the wall, and slide open the door. We step out on to the balcony and and the lights of the city blink all around us. I press into you again, kissing you with the pent up desire and need that I feel. Showing you without words, just how much and how badly I want you. You gasp as you feel my hands have glided their way down your body and found the button of your jeans. Slowly, teasingly, I free you...pulling your pant and boxers down in one swift movement I feel your hardness as it presses into me, and I moan my approval at the magnificence pressed against me. I can't hide my hunger for you. My kiss becomes more demanding as my hand wraps around you and begins to gently, teasingly stroke you. I love the velvety hot feel of your hard cock as it slides between my fingers. I whisper, "I've got to taste you," as I drop to my knees in front of you. My eyes meet yours as I slide the tip of your cock over my full lips. I feel the sticky wetness of your precum, and you watch as I lick it from my lips, moaning at the taste of you. "Mmmmmm, so good....I want more," I say as My lips part and you watch as your cock slowly sinks into my waiting, eager mouth. I moan with pure and primal lust as the weight of your cock settles on my tongue. I can't help myself, and swirl my tongue around the head as you sink even deeper. My hand gently cups you, stroking as I begin to slide you over my tongue. I swirl around you, teasing the sensitive head and loving the drops of precum that fall onto my tongue...I begin to moan and you watch me as with each passing minute, my hunger for you only grows. My pace quickens and I begin to stroke you faster and faster, sucking and licking, my hand and head pumping together on your cock, desperate for your cum. I feel your head hit the back of my throat, and I moan again as I feel you sliding deeper. My throat hums around you and contracts, and I feel you grow harder, your balls drawing up, reading to shoot that thick, steamy, ropy cum down my throat. "Mmmmmmm, that's it...cum for me Jared!" With those words uttered my efforts double...hands flying over your cock, mouth sucking harder. My cheeks hallow and I moan as I feel the head of your cock expand on my tongue...and as your first delicious jet of cum erupts into my mouth...I hear you moan and your hands wrapped in my hair pull me more onto your cock..."That's it baby...suck it!" You moan...as over and over again your hot cum spills into my mouth and down my throat... Imagine This is my very first story. I'd love to know if it turns you on as much as did me when I wrote it...Love, KeepinSecrets Imagine... You wake up from a cool breeze lightly brushing your shoulder. For a moment you're confused and don't know where you are. Then you remember with a smile the reason you're sleeping in a strange bed. You sit up and follow the moonlight through the open French doors onto the balcony. As you smell the hint of salty mist from the ocean you realize how rested you are feeling. You can't remember the last time you woke up in the night without being panicked at some small forgotten detail, some missed item on a never ending list of things to do. You realize I'm behind you when my hands slide over your shoulder and softly kneed the last hint of tension in your neck. You crane your neck in both directions, letting the electric in my finger tips tingle your every nerve ending. My messaging continues down to your arms and you feel your limbs becoming light and loose. A warmth spreads over your whole body and your mind starts to forget to think about anything but this moment. I begin to rub your chest and the feeling is deep and soothing. Another slow exhale and you fall deeper into relaxation. You think to yourself, it doesn't get any better than this, but then you are happily proven wrong as my right hand slowly traces a path down your side. Touching, rubbing, squeezing your skin in an achingly slow dance to the front of your hip bone and that sensual part of your body just below your navel. Mere inches become miles as my fingers feel to memorize every pore on your body before I progress lower. Your breath, which was slow and deep, has become shallow, and you strain to swallow after the last lick of your lips. My left hand, still pressed against your chest, leans you back ever so slightly so that I can place my lips where my hands had started their journey along the nape of your neck. Light cool kisses stand the hair up on the back of your neck in stark contrast to my hot breath which you can hear exhaled in your ear. I suck on your earlobe, and the mere suggestion of what my mouth can do sends a jolt though your hips and they buck ever so slightly. It's just enough for me to pick up on and ease your ache by bridging that last inch down to your already hard manhood. I wrap my fingers around you and the exquisite feeling makes the slightest sound escape your lips. You feel a flush in your face and the flutter in your chest almost makes it hard to breathe. My hand begins to slide over you and you feel my fingers run over every vein, the throbbing pounding in your heart, in your head. When I reach the top of your shaft, I let one finger circle around your head to feel the drop of wetness that is already waiting. This rewards me with more and it mixes with my fingers to glide my hand effortlessly over your growing hardness. Your exhale is louder and escapes your lips in ragged breaths. Your body is weak from the pleasure and your mind commands your knees not to buckle under you. You lean back further and rest your weight against me, my left hand on your chest guiding you, your head pushed back onto my neck. All you can do is feel, and your body overrides the thought your mind has that anyone passing by could see us both naked and entwined. You wouldn't, you couldn't move if your life depended on it. I quicken my pace and now a low moan begins deep in your throat. Your hips begin to thrust forward in time and find the rhythm of my fist pumping you harder, tighter, faster. I moan back in delight at how good it feels to be touching you, taking all of you in, and making you feel so good. Your mind is begging for release, your body feels like a twisted knot begging to be uncoiled. I whisper in your ear, "Do it for me, baby", stroking, stroking. You, like a hot taught electric wire, snap, and the need unravels your senses. The rush comes upon you so fast it steals the oxygen from your lungs and, my god, how you feel in my hand – hot and liquid. Wave after wave of pleasure is upon you, and I feel the trembles echo through your entire body. I'm so excited by the sight of you, the moans of sweet release in my ear, the taste of your sweat on my lips. I allow you to catch your breath; you grab the rails in front of you to steady yourself. You finally turn to face me and see pale blue moonlight silhouette my naked form. But my skin is red hot to the touch and I know what will come next will be beyond words.... Imagine Imagine us, laying there, next to each other, holding each other, closer than ever before, wanting each other more than ever before. Kissing each other like each will be our last. Loving each other like never before. Feeling more passion for each other than we have. Feeling each other in our souls, closer, better than we ever thought was possible. We had just came home from dinner, it was our anniversary. We had been together exactly two years. You treated me like an angel that night. When we got to my house, there were roses in the hallway, lead to my bed, full of roses. You carried me to it, and layed me on my bed, softly and gently. You kissed me on the cheek and told me you loved me. I returnded the kiss and told you I loved you too. You sat on the bed next to me and I looked up at you lovingly. You kissed my forehead and then straddled my waist. You then started undressing me as you kiss me on my neck. You lift up my arms and pull up my shirt and start kissing my chest. You start kissing my tummy and reach behind my back and undo my bra. You start kissing my breast as I start pulling off your shirt. You stop and ask if what we are doing is okay with me, and I reply with a kiss. You then start kissing me all over, working your way down to the top of my jeans. You begin to unbutton and unzip them and slowly pull them off and kiss me through my panties. You start to nibble. I tell you to hurry up, you decide to do something else, to torture me some more. You start kissing me from my thighs all the way to my feet and all the way back up, skipping up to my tummy. Then you come back to my face and kiss me. I start making out with you more passionately than ever. We stop and just look at each other, breathing very heavily, holding each other closely. Then I start taking off your pants I start to rub you, and you decide you cannot take it anymore. You go down on me and take off my panties using your teeth. You go back up and start making out with me. You begin teasing me, you put one finger in me, and you rub my clit softly, driving me insane. Then you put in another finger, and then you stop rubbing, and you start fisting me and I start moaning louder than ever. You love hearing me moan, so you start thrusting harder, and as you do, the closer I get to cumming. You get an evil smirk on your face, and pull your hand out of me. You go down and start licking my clit. I love this, then you start licking my 'lips' and I can't take it any longer, I push your head in me, and you start licking me furiously. I begin to climax and you keep licking me until I am 'finished'. You then clean me up using your tongue, then you come up to my face and kiss me. You then ask me if I want to have sex, and I reply with a kiss and a yes. You kiss me again, and you get up and get a condom and put it on. You then come back and kiss me. I then pull off your boxers. Then we start making out again as you enter me slowly and easily. I love how you feel inside of me. I love how it feels when we are so close together. Then you begin to thrust a little harder and ask me if it's okay. I respond, "harder baby, harder!" Then you start thrusting harder and I begin to moan louder than before. You begin to groan and I can tell you are loving this. I begin to cum again, and I tell you to go harder and faster. I love this, and I can tell you are about to cum, because of your groaning. So I tell you to pull out. I pull off the condom and I start to suck you, gently at first, and then I get a little rougher. You start to groan more. I then stop and kiss you, and then go up to your face and start making out with you, while giving you a handjob. You cannot take it anymore, and you cum. I then go down and clean it up. I then start making out with you. We fall asleep in each others arms. I never felt closer to you then at that moment in time. Imagine "Imagine that the wall in front of you is like a movie screen. Right now, it's blank. It's not showing anything. But you can use that screen to project images on. "Imagine the images in your mind's eye, being projected onto that blank screen as you stare at it. It's very easy to do. You have a very vivid imagination. You can easily imagine vivid mental images, taking place on the 'screen' of the wall in front of you. "Imagine, for example, a pinwheel. You remember pinwheels from those long, lazy summer days when you were a child. You can remember the way they spun in the soft, warm summer breeze. "Imagine that pinwheel spinning now. It's shining in the sun, bright sparkly silver, and it's turning so gently in the breeze. Slow, gentle rotations. The light catches each spoke of the wheel, one by one, refracting it into all sorts of beautiful colors. "Imagine seeing those colors flash into your eyes, the rainbow shades of red and orange...fading to yellow...spinning into vivid green...into calming, relaxing blue...down into soft indigo...and down further into deep, soothing violet... "Imagine those flashes of soft, violet light playing over your eyes, each flash just a little bit bright--not painful, but your eyes just want to close a little every time the light flashes over them. The breeze is slowing down now, the flashes slowing down, everything just slow and warm and peaceful. "Imagine that light now, that soothing, soft, relaxing violet light just shining straight into your eyes. The wind has stopped, and everything is so still and calm, and the light shines right into your eyes, dazzling you with its vivid, beautiful brightness. It's pretty, not painful, but it's so bright it makes you just a little dizzy, and you almost want to close them, but the light is so very, very pretty and soothing that you decide to keep them open a little bit longer. "Imagine that heavy, warm pressure on your eyelids as you gaze into the light, concentrating on it, fixating on it, using the light to keep your eyes open, even as they want to close. You can feel that pressure, getting stronger, but you're going to keep your eyes open a little longer. It's hard to keep them open now. But the light is so pretty. You just want to look at it a little bit longer. "Imagine that you're pulling all the strength out of the rest of your body now, and using that strength to help keep those drowsy, heavy, sleepy eyes open. You can feel your legs go totally limp, loose, and heavy, from the tips of your toes all the way up to your hips. You can feel your arms relax completely, feeling so weak, and helpless, and comfortable. You can feel your breathing slow, relaxing completely, feel your neck and shoulders loosen, all the tension running out of them, feeling all that strength go to keeping your eyelids open just a few seconds longer. "Imagine those eyelids struggling now, under unbelievable weight. Your eyelids are fluttering now, and it's so hard to keep them open, so hard, so very hard, so very very hard, and any second now, it's going to be impossible. Any second now. Any second now. Any second...NOW. "Imagine your eyes closing, and it's such a relief. All that struggle, all that effort is done now, and you can really relax, completely and totally. It's like letting go of a heavy weight. You can just lie there, calm and still and relaxed, and not have to worry about the thoughts coming and going in your head. Everything feels so good like this, so very very deeply relaxed. "Imagine that relaxation taking the form of slow waves of warm water, lapping at your body. Each wave washes a little deeper, relaxing you a little bit more. You can still feel the warmth of that summer day, the warm stillness, and now you feel the waves of relaxation washing into you. "Imagine yourself on a warm summer beach. You can feel the cool sand underneath you, and the warm sun shining down on you, and the waves washing up, the water just the right temperature, each wave relaxing you more and more, each wave sending you deeper and deeper into relaxation. You're all alone on that beach, and it feels so good, so soothing, so calming, so relaxing, so peaceful. "Imagine yourself wearing the clothes you're wearing right now. They're not very good for the beach, are they? No. You don't want them to get all sandy, all wet, all hot in the warm summer sun. You can't wear those, not on the beach. Not when you're trying to relax. "Imagine your arms moving now, undoing your clothes very easily. You don't even need to think about it. Your hands and arms just move on their own, and you can pull those clothes off and set them aside. That's right. Very good. It feels so much better now, you can feel the sun shining down on your whole body now, and it feels very good. Very nice. The water caressing your whole body now, making you feel very relaxed, and very very good. "Imagine floating in that warm water, feeling so very good, like a warm bath on your whole body. Like you're in a jacuzzi, feeling the warm water swirling around you, the bubbles tingling as they pop against your skin. They stimulate your nerves, giving you warm, pleasant tingles as you float and drift in the wonderful, warm water, all by yourself. "Imagine that warm tingling becoming even more pleasant now, more exciting, more sensual. That pleasure is growing. The more you relax, the more you envision these things I'm talking about, the more pleasant it becomes, the more pleasure you experience, the more pleasure you feel. "Imagine that feeling becoming almost sexual now, a slow, dreamy heat of arousal that spreads through your slow, heavy, sleepy body. You're so relaxed now, and it's just so easy to listen to my words, to imagine these things as I tell you to imagine them, and to feel how much pleasure there is in letting me guide your imagination, in letting me guide you. "Imagine that arousal starting to build now, a true sexual heat. You don't need to move a muscle, just lie back and listen to my words. The heat builds all on its own. It's so easy to feel what I tell you to feel that when I say 'pleasure', you will feel pleasure. You will feel better and better, each time I say 'pleasure'. "Imagine how good it's going to feel the next time I say it. If every time I say 'pleasure', you feel better and better, then each time I say 'pleasure' the heat builds, the arousal builds, the pleasure builds. You love it when I tell you what to think and do, because every time, it reminds you of how much pleasure there is in following my instructions, it reminds you of how my instructions bring you pleasure, it reminds you that obeying instructions gives pleasure, it reminds you that obedience is pleasure. "Imagine that pleasure building now, almost uncontrollable. You can't even move, you feel so much pleasure now. You want to feel it overwhelm you, don't you? That's right. You know that the more I say 'pleasure', the closer you get to an uncontrollable, overwhelming, orgasmic sensation of pleasure, don't you? You don't know how much closer you can get. You only know how easy it is to listen to me, to follow my instructions, to feel so good. "Imagine your whole body now, shaking with pleasure, on the cusp of orgasm. You know that when I say that word one more time, you will orgasm, you will not be able to control yourself. You know you will not be able to control yourself because I will control you, and you know that I will control you because I control your...PLEASURE. Yes, very good. Very good. That's right. "Imagine relaxing even deeper now, the release of orgasm making you even more relaxed, more sleepy, more drowsy, more obedient. You like being in this place, and you'll find it very easy to return here for me. Every time you return here, you'll go deeper. Every time you return here, you'll return quicker. Every time I tell you to sleep, you'll find it harder and harder to resist. It all feels too good to resist, so you're happy to return to this warm, relaxed place whenever I want you to, and follow my instructions whenever you're here. "Imagine, now, a thick fog covering your memories of your time in this place. The memories are still there, but your waking mind won't see them under the fog. The fog is in between your waking mind and this place, and your waking mind will just remember a warm, hazy fog. And that's alright. You know you don't need to think too much about what happens when you're in your special place. You just need to follow my instructions. But now, you're going to go back through the fog, back to waking, very soon. "Imagine surfacing through the fog, and seeing colors play over the inside of your eyelids. Violet turning to indigo, indigo turning to blue, blue turning to green...you realize that the pinwheel is turning again in the breeze, turning the opposite direction now, waking you up...green turning to yellow...when the pinwheel turns to red, you'll open your eyes, put your clothing back on, and then awaken completely, relaxed, refreshed, and happy to forget what happened in this special place, knowing only that it felt good and that you want to do it again soon...yellow to orange...and orange to red. Wake." THE END Imagine "Imagine what we could be doing if we moved up to Washington. Think of the commissions up there, Hal." Hal turned from the window and looked over to his younger, half brother, Jimmy, as he sat at his workbench in the studio, glazing a frame to go perfectly with the landscape acrylic Hal had completed not more than two hours earlier. A lump rose in Hal's throat. He'd been gazing out of the window, down toward the tenant cottage along the river bank because he couldn't bear to look at Jimmy in the late afternoon light beaming down on his unruly, curly blond head from the skylight—giving him a halo by bounding off the dust particles floating in the air and bringing out flecks of gold in the young man's hair. Jimmy was an angel. And he made Hal feel like something else altogether. He was Hal's half brother, dammit. Hal couldn't be having these thoughts. One of them perhaps should be moving to the larger art scene up in Washington, D.C. But only one of them, or Hal didn't know what might happen. He didn't know how much longer he could go on with just the two of them in the house, working symbiotically in the same studio, Hal painting the landscapes and Jimmy preparing the perfect frame to go with them. Hal had sold very little before Jimmy decided that college wasn't for him and moved in and began framing Hal's work. The custom frames had made all of the difference in sales—and in the attention Hal was receiving from art critics and gallery owners. Hal had to admit that Jimmy was right that they might be ready for a big city now—but Hal could not trust himself with Jimmy very much longer. Certainly not in the proximity required for them to work together. "Perhaps. It's something to think about," Hal answered, trying not reveal that he was speaking with great difficulty, through heavy breathing, and not turning full face toward the younger man, not wanting to reveal the effect Jimmy in that light had on his body. Hal switched his gaze back toward the tenant shack and then, because he heard the cough and roar of a power mower, across the road toward Hampton Grove, the B&B. Hal's own house, the central core of which was built in the eighteenth century by the owner of the mill now in ruins down at the edge of the river, was one of a pocket of antebellum houses on the two streets remaining of a town that had almost been wiped off the map by hand-to-hand fighting in a Civil War battle and that now was preserved for posterity and the tourist trade. The young college guy who did the Grove's yard work during the summer had started up with the mower. The youth was a long and lanky red head, with freckles covering a well-worked chest, bare now. To fight the heat, the yardboy had stripped down to skimpy gray cotton athletic shorts. Hal, already thinking arousing thoughts because of the nearness of Jimmy, found his eyes riveted on the youth, to his chest and washboard abs and down to his crotch, and a hand furtively moving to his own basket. "Can you come over here and see if you like this frame coloring with your landscape?" Jimmy called over to Hal. "Just a minute. I'm thirsty. I'll go get something from the fridge and be with you in a minute." Hal wasn't that thirsty, but he had to cool off somehow before going anywhere near his brother. He moved quickly to the door to the breezeway connecting the older section of the house to the studio, which had been converted from a double garage, and then on into the kitchen, where he threw cubes of ice in a glass and filled it with water. He then applied it to the back of his neck, working to bring his breathing and hardness under control. He raised his head and looked through the window over the kitchen sink. It took him a few minutes to notice that he couldn't hear the mower from across the street anymore, and he looked closer at Hampton Grove. The mower was still there, but the yardboy wasn't pushing it. It stood there near the street, in mid swath across the road. Hal moved through the dining room and into the study at the back of the house, to a window overlooking the river, where he turned his eyes toward the tenant shack. The tenant's muscular jet-black truck was there now, parked outside the house. Hal's imagination went into high gear, putting the signs together. Hal knew what his tenant was. He was a construction worker over in Harrisonburg. A large, burly man, hard muscle on muscle—large in the sense of a powerful physique, not in any sense of fat. Dark and hairy and rough looking, with a menacing demeanor and full-coverage tattoos and battle scars. And Hal knew what the man liked and went after. There were cars and trucks over there at all hours of the day and night, whenever the man wasn't working in town. And Hal had seen the men get out of their vehicles and slowly walk up to the door of the shack. And later, he'd seen them stumble out, bowlegged and barely able to walk, but looking oh so satisfied. The tenant had approached Hal directly, not saying it, but making the offer, letting Hal know he was transparent, that there wasn't an iota of difference between the two of them in what they liked and what they wanted. But Hal had backed away. Afraid. Something about the man scared him. The devil incarnate. Hal lusted after his younger brother, true. But it wasn't the same at all. Hal wanted to take Jimmy, and Hal knew that wasn't how it would proceed if he went with the tenant. Hal knew that going with the tenant would be opening up another door altogether. That man was a dominator and would bottom for no other man. In that way there wasn't any difference between the two of them. And Hal was afraid of the man, afraid that if he gave into him, there would be no turning back. Thoughts of the long, lanky red-headed yardboy and the dark, menacing tenant flamed in Hal's mind, and he found himself leaving the house and floating across the expanse of grass toward the copse of trees nestling the tenant shack by the ruins of the mill trace at the edge of the river. He could hear them long before he reached the scrubby flower bed beneath the window that was his goal. Loud cries, approaching screaming, the intent of which Hal could not determine. Pain, yes certainly pain, and fear, at least a touch of that too. But also something else, something more, something dominating. Insistence, and pleasure, and wanting. A want scratched; a dream fulfilled. A total taking and a total giving. Hal reached the window, which was dusty and streaked with grime. But the light was on in the room, and the view was clear enough. The yardboy reclined in a sling suspended from the ceiling, his arms and legs rising up the four chains at the corners and secured by black strappings. The red head's skull was flopping down from the sling at the near side, his eyes wild, staring at Hal, and his mouth stretched open in a perpetual scream. The hairy beast of a man standing crouched over the freckled torso of the yardboy at the other end of the sling, moving fast and hard in a staccato rhythm that sent the sling swaying toward Hal with each thrust, each attack met with a pain-pleasure cry from the mouth of the yardboy and each backward retreat answered with a gurgling groan. Tight muscles gleaming and undulating, tattoos dancing. A thick, long-fingered hand wrapped around the engorged cock of the youth, beating it at a determined, relentless pace. The other hand digging into the quarry's nipples and slapping at the yardboy's bare buttocks and hard-muscled chest. The slap, slap of the hand. The slapslapslap of the fucking cock. Tan-dark, tattoo-laced muscle exploding into freckled and creamy yielding young flesh. The impassioned screams and long moans of the youth. Begging for mercy. Answered with a throaty laugh and a double-time rhythm. Crying out for deeper penetration, fuller possessing. Gasping and groaning when pleas were answered—and surpassed. The beast looked up from his prey straight at the window. Surely he could see Hal standing there, on the other side of the murky glass. The upturning of the tenant's full-lipped mouth showing recognition. And pleasure. And taunting. Hal knew he should withdraw; the danger and the enticement were thick in the hot, heavy, humid air near the edge of the river. But he was riveted to the spot, his mouth dry and slack, a hand forcing itself below the waistband of his shorts and encasing and squeezing his cock. His imagination was making the tenant into more of a monster than he was. It surely was running away with itself, as he viewed the nub of horns at the tenant's temples and the pointedness of his ears—and of his teeth as he opened his maw and smiled cruelly across the writhing body of the yardboy, reaching out beyond the room. To Hal. Hal no longer saw the red-headed yardboy or even the hairy monster tenant. What he saw now was the golden curly head of Jimmy on the body bound in the sling and he, himself, holding Jimmy's legs up and out with his hands and deviling his own brother's channel with his thrusting cock. The yardboy's body was lurching, and he was gasping and groaning and crying out of his impending coming, and the tenant beast kept pumping. Pumping with his hand and pumping with his cock. The youth cried out, and globular white cum shoot out between the long, thick, pumping fingers of the tenant and fell like molten snow across the youth's heaving chest. The monster's cock pumped on, his hands cupping the slim hips of the youth and raising and pulling the yardboy's pelvis back hard onto his thrusting cock with each brutal stroke. The youth went limp, no longer writhing, no longer even there, his head flopped back with each thrust, his face turned toward Hal, but his eyes unseeing, only the whites showing now. The monster tenant bellowed his own impending release and reared back. Hal glimpsed a gigantic, rosy-red bulb as it jerked and spouted one, two, three, fountains of snow-white cum in an arc across the youth's chest, reaching out for Hal, goblets of thick, white cum splattering against the window panes with an audible thump. Then the hairy beast was moving around the sling and toward the window, gliding on what Hal's mind visioned were cloven hooves. The long, thick fingers of one of his hands holding the largest, thickest cock Hal had ever seen, lovingly, accusingly erect. Hairy black balls—shockingly four of them—each as big as tennis balls swung as he strutted, slapping against his gigantic, muscle-bound, tattooed hams. Hal watched, his mouth opening in an unvoiced scream, as the window glass began to dissolve before his eyes. With the last vestige of control, he pulled his eyes away from the tenant and turned and soared back to the house—not to the studio, which held its own dangers and forbidden temptation, but up the stairs to his bedroom and the bath beyond. He threw himself into his shower stall; turned the water on full blast, pulling the face and naked, writhing body of his half brother into his mind; masturbated himself to a groaning ejaculation; and collapsed into the corner of the stall. * * * * Early in the morning, Hal struggled out of bed, weary and unsatisfied in sleep. He felt hung over, the aroma of coffee set on automatic perk the night before, and the urge of going to the door of Jimmy's bedroom fighting for control. He was groggy, only half aware of what he was doing in the murky light of the hour past dawn. Cold in his nakedness now that he wasn't under the sheet, he reached for his silken bathrobe and draped it over his shoulders. He was on the threshold of Jimmy's door, looking at Jimmy, naked and tangled in the sheets. White sheets, marbled body. Golden, tussled curls and just the dew of light hair on his limbs and tufting on the V down to his delicate, boy's cock. Hal began by wondering how large it could grow, what his channel smelled like. Whether he would moan in pleasure as Hal filled that channel. He could almost feel his hand on Jimmy's knee, moving slowly up his thigh over the downy blond hair. Jimmy's eyes on his, his lips opening as Hal bent over him, letting the edges of his open silken robe brush along his brother's sides. Seeing Jimmy's cock fill out and his hands reach down and encircle both cocks together as Hal's lips met Jimmy's. Jimmy trembling and his back arching as Hal's tongue slipped between his opening lips and his cock slid into his opening channel. Jimmy's legs hooking around Hal's waist and above his buttocks. A shared gasp as . . . Hal stubbed his toe as it dragged across the threshold of the door, enticing his body to follow it into the room. More awake now, Hal groaned at the frustration of what he was struggling against. And he turned and stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen, where the automatically perked coffee awaited him, inviting him back into the world of sanity and controlled imagination. Hal poured a cup and pattered out into the breezeway. Peering out into the haze of the misty morning, his eye was caught by the yellow of the Corvette parked outside the tenant's shack, next to the tenant's black truck. There was only one person who drove a yellow Corvette around here—the young lawyer from the end house on the other street of the small hamlet. A perky wife and three small children. Hal fought the urge to walk out onto the grass and toward the tenant shack. With difficulty he forced his feet to turn toward the studio. The light was on inside the studio. It should not have been. And when Hal entered the room, he stood there, gawking in horror. There were three of them. Just sketches. Charcoal on art paper, clipped to three standing easels. Despite being sketches, they were finely detailed and expertly done, with strong, assured strokes. His work no doubt, but when had he done these? Jimmy couldn't see these. No one could see these. One was of Jimmy, in nearly the same pose he was in even now upstairs in his bedroom. The other two were unmistakably of both of them. The two half brothers, draped together in the silken robe around Hal's shoulders, open, enveloping the nakedness of both of them. With Hal fucking Jimmy—and Jimmy, angelic Jimmy, loving it. Hal moved quickly, tearing the sheets of paper from the easels, starting to ball them up, but discovering he could not do it. He smoothed the sheets out and stumbled back into the breezeway. He felt that he was going completely out of control. He now knew why he had risen so tired. He'd been up most of the night trying to exorcise his demons. He could clearly remember now. But he'd risen and come all the way down to the studio without remembering. What if Jimmy had been the first to rise? How much longer could Hal hold himself off? This couldn't continue. Reaching the breezeway, Hal looked out of the glass wall toward the tenant's house once more. They were both outside. The young golden-curled lawyer belly down on the hood of his Corvette, and the tenant standing between his legs, fucking him hard. As Hal watched, the tenant shrugged a silken robe off his shoulders and let it slip down to cascade around his feet, revealing that he was bulbous butted and hairy-pelted from the hips down, his legs goatlike, standing on cloven feet. Hal could hear the moans from here. Each drawn-out moan matched with the contraction of the tenant's buttocks muscles, straining under the forward thrust, the moan filtering off into a sigh as the butt cheeks relaxed and filled out again, readying for the next contraction/thrust. Could Jimmy hear the moans? Something had to be done, something soon, something fast. This could not go on. Hal looked down at his erect cock—and beyond to hairy-pelted legs and cloven feet. And he heard the coffee cup hit the clay-tiled floor of the breezeway and shatter. He looked down again. What had he imagined? No pelt or cloven feet. And looking out toward the tenant's shack. No tenant or young, golden-curled lawyer—or even yellow Corvette. They had vanished. Hal fled up the stairs, as quietly as he could, and entered his bedroom. Looking for somewhere to stash his drawings from the previous night. Jimmy could not see them. Neither, though, could Hal part with them now. Drawings hidden, he shrugged off the silken robe on the carpeted floor next to his bed and lay on his back, Jimmy's face and body floating before his eyes, as he slowly masturbated himself to a sighing ejaculation. * * * * Working from photographs of the fields of the valley set against the backdrop of the Blue Ridge Mountains, Hal willfully was deep into painting, moving quickly now with his brush to finish with this color before the dappled light filtering through the overarching oaks and through the skylight of the studio had waned. The house was quiet. Jimmy had gone into Staunton. He had been in a jubilant mood, telling Hal before he left that he hoped he'd have some important news when he returned home. Hal had only half heard him. Hal had taken to drink—drink to dull his senses and combat his imagination, as he could no longer look at Jimmy and not see him naked—the golden orb of Jimmy's head at Hal's pelvis as Jimmy took his cock in his throat. The marble skin of Jimmy's thighs as they parted for Hal and his thrusting cock. Jimmy, Hal's half brother. Hal had to keep muttering "He's my brother" to himself, almost as a mantra as he remained half drunk, half buried in his work. He was mercifully alone now, in the silence, deftly stroking at the canvas with the purple underlay of the coloring he was building up at the base of the Blue Ridge, between field and mountain. But it wasn't really silence. Hal was listening for the sound for several minutes before he identified it as moaning. The moan of sex. He put his paint brush down on the ledge below the canvas on the easel and he was right there, at the window of the tenant shack, one hand on his cock, the other at the nipple of his bare chest, watching. Surprisingly not in shock, knowing what he'd see as soon as he became cognizant of the moaning. Jimmy was naked, his marbled beauty stretched out, the toes of his feet barely reaching the dusty wooden floor, suspended from the ceiling by chains and bindings around his wrists. The tenant was crouched in front of him, blocking the view of Jimmy's midsection from Hal. Sucking sounds of the hairy tenant's mouth on Jimmy's cock and the moans of pleasure from Jimmy melding in an arousing melody. Jimmy shuddered his ejaculation, and the tenant stood and moved around him. Hal's eyes went to Jimmy's cock, seeing that it did fill out quite respectably. But Hal's gasp was dedicated to the view of the tenant's cock, thick as Jimmy's wrist. Deep moaning filling the air, with Hal realizing with a start that much of the moaning was his own. Wanting to do something. Wanting to warn Jimmy. Knowing that Jimmy couldn't take a cock like that, that it would tear him asunder. His little brother. Jimmy, his half brother. The brother that Hal himself wanted to fuck. The tenant was crouched behind Jimmy now, his long, heavy-fingered hands grasping Jimmy's legs above the back of the knees and lifting his legs up and out. The monster's mouth going to Jimmy's hole, and Jimmy groaning and writhing under the attentions there. Rising, the tenant's face sharpened into a leering malevolence, and once again Hal had the sensation that nubs of horns rose from his temples and the hair of his legs that weren't human legs thickened and dropped down into feet that weren't human feet. He was lifting Jimmy higher and spreading his legs wider, and the club of a gigantic cock was at Jimmy's hole. The long, thick fingers were encasing Jimmy's butt cheeks and spreading them wide, revealing the rose bud of his gate. The bulb the tenant presented at the hole was monstrously huge. But it was slowly sucking itself into Jimmy's hole, which was blossomng out, opening to the invasion, as Jimmy's body heaved and shuddered and his rosebud unfolded. The impossible began to become possible as more and more of that killing tool moved up into Jimmy, who screamed and writhed and burbled his pain-pleasure, moving ever so slowly to pleasure-pain as more and more of the thick pole moved up into him. Imagine Note from author: This was written after receiving a phone call from a wrong number and a few minutes later the gentleman called me again because he liked the sound of my voice. With no clue as to his name, his appearance, or even his race, I wrote this fantasy based strictly on the sound of his deep, bass voice and the way it truly sent shivers up my spine as we visited. I hope you enjoy. Imagine. We are lying naked in my bed. You move your mouth and hands to my tits and begin to kiss and nibble and bite all around both of them at your leisure. I imagine you massaging them deeply, enough to make me wince - but not to cry out. As you move your fingers to my nipples and pinch them mightily, the intent is to pull them towards my chin so your teeth can explore the tender undersides of my breasts. You are straddled across my lower tummy. My nipples begin to slip from your fingers - you grab your whole fist full of tits in each hand and squeeze and tug you fingers back into an extremely firm pinch of the nipples. You feel my pelvis moving in response. Pinching my nipples between thumbs and forefingers, you use the rest of your hands to run along the outsides of my tits and push them together. Moving up my tummy and straddling my lower chest you begin to move your rock hard cock between my tits. My hands move to your ass as I rub and massage your cheeks with determination. With my head propped on a pillow, you tease my mouth with the head of your cock before slipping away back through my tits. Twirling my nipples in your pinch, you move your cock between my tits, loving the expressions that cross my face, creating moans and gasps of breath from my lungs. My mouth open, reaching for your cock - winces of pain as you torment my nipples - my eyes soft with hungry passion as you feel my hips moving in time with your cock between my tits. My fingers slide within the crease between your ass cheeks and I pull you to my mouth with each upstroke of your hips. Abandoning my tits, you reach for the bars of my headboard as you bury your cock in my mouth. Relaxing my throat, I use my hands grabbing your ass to pull you deep into my mouth. As you pull out, I bury a finger from each hand into your ass as deeply as possible and pull you back into my mouth - again and again and again and again. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the sensations are more than you can handle and with wonderful sighs and moans and deep breaths you shoot down my throat an explosion that rocks you completely into shudders from knees to shoulders. You try to stay still in my mouth to savor your climax, but my fingers are still inside your ass - my hands are still gripping your ass - I pull you out just enough to keep your overly sensitive head in my mouth and I begin to tongue your head with circles, completely, all around. You break out into a fresh sweat and involuntarily pull completely out of my mouth - feeling the pressure of my fingers move deep inside your ass because of your movement. I pull the head of your cock back into my mouth, and firmly place my teeth along the rim and ridge of your cock to hold you in place, which makes you freeze. Again, I tongue your still sensitive head which makes you feel - what? Do you want to roar like a lion? Do you want to collapse against the headboard? Do you want to push down my throat until you reach that gag reflex? Whatever movement you make, my response is to tighten my teeth around the head of your huge cock, hold you in place, as I tongue the circle of your head and now I begin to tongue the hole at the tip of your cock and attempt to lick inside your penis. Our eyes meet and a new expression crosses your face, this time. You smile at me. You relax your withdrawal and begin to move in my mouth - ever so slowly. You deliberately and pointedly look at your watch. Meeting my eyes again, with your silky, deep voice you tell me that for every minute I keep your cock hostage - you will spank my bottom an equal number of minutes. My eyes widen with challenge and I begin to truly show your cock much attention. Without losing your cock, I remove my hands from your ass and wipe them with a washcloth from the bedside table. Bringing my hands to your balls, I begin to play with that area between your balls and your ass. I squeeze and scratch your balls gently; I hold the base of your cock and stroke it while I continue to suck your head with enthusiasm. I close my eyes and time stops in my mind as I concentrate fully on sucking your wonderful cock and balls and eventually - after who knows how much time - I receive the benefit of your second explosion in my mouth and am able to really taste you on my tongue this time rather than simply swallowing your liquid as I did before. I gently allow you out of my mouth and tongue you from tip to base as I clean you up a bit. I open my eyes and look up at you. You deliberately look at your watch again and I remember your promise. With a challenge in my eyes, I tell you to give me your best. You begin. Lying on my back, I reach my arms over my head and stretch with self-satisfaction at knowing I've just made you come twice - without using anything below my waist. You use this opportunity to roll to your side, prop your head in one hand, and gently run the fingers of your other hand along my front from my neck across my breasts, along my rib cage, across my tummy to my hips and back again creating delicious shivers within me. Almost absent-mindedly you palm my nipples hard and tease the front of me while you look around my room and take in the details of the murals painted on my walls. You notice the way I've added four 4X4 posts to my waterbed, the way I've built rails along each top of the sides, the way I've drilled holes into those rails for the thick 2" dowel rods to pass through across the width of the bed - from above the headboard, along the ceiling of the four posters, down to the footboard of the bed. You gently twist and twirl my nipples as you notice the way I've draped coordinating, sheer fabric in and out of the dowels from the footboard, drooping through the dowels across the ceiling, and in and out of the dowels of the headboard. Tucking your feet inside my knees, you spread my legs as you begin to pinch my nipples and notice the subtle responses your ministrations are creating within me. With a deliberately hard tug and pinch which creates a gasp of breath in me, you notice the way I've knotted each of the lengths of fabric to each of the dowel rungs as it passes in and out of them. You notice the several feet of fabric lengths draping from the bottom dowel to the floor, both at the head and the foot of the bed, and the secure way those knots are particularly fastened to the dowels. Moving up, you straddle me momentarily, nip my tits with your teeth in passing, as you look over the edge and see the way I've fastened the posts to the bed with metal brackets hidden under the bed. You reach out with your hand and give the post a good yank expecting something - nothing moves. I watch your muscles expand and contract with your effort as I see your thoughts in your eyes. You are impressed as you admire the solidness of the frame, the dressings, and the fabric. Straddling my tummy, you reach for the piece of fabric hanging down next to the corner post of the bed. Tickling my tits with the end of it, you reach for my hand opposite the corner the fabric came from and stretch my arm across my body, up the length of fabric, and wrap it around my wrist several times then secure it with a knot. Looking down at me you see approval in my eyes. Taking the fabric from the opposite headboard corner and taking my other hand, you secure my second wrist across my body in such a way that, at your leisure - when you're ready - whenever you want, you may flip me to my stomach with my arms spread above my head, wrists secured to appropriate corner lengths of fabric. With my arms bound and secure - with a look of soft passion in my eyes - you look down at these 44Cs, noticing the way they perk up a bit because of the way my arms are crossed over my head, and begin your assault in earnest. Reaching to the bedside table you remove my cloverleaf clamps and position them onto my nipples, gently, carefully, precisely where you want them and feel my hips behind you jerk in response, as you listen to my intake and exhale of breath. You move down my body, slowly, teasingly, dragging your hard cock across my belly button and across the hair between my legs. Shifting yourself between them, you hold my smooth shaven legs just below the knees, bend them, and spread my legs completely. Watching my most private area, already soaked and dripping, you move your hands down the inside of my thighs with small pinches while using your elbows to keep my knees spread. Breathing the scent of me, your cock throbbing with want to enter me, you begin to tug the hairs between my legs while watching and listening to the varied responses you create within me. Gently untangling my curls, you pull the hairs until my lips separate. You take your time. You're in no hurry. You love tormenting me. Reaching down to nip the insides of my thighs with your teeth, you tug my hair not so gently and watch my hips respond, begging for more. Unable to delay your curiosity any longer, you begin to taste me with gusto. Treating me like a meal, you chew my lips as if you were truly trying to eat me alive. Pushing a thumb into my pussy, you bring my wetness back to my backside. Again and again and again you bring my wetness to my ass. Lifting your eyes to watch my reaction brings your unshaven, stubbly chin into contact with my clit. As you push your thumb into my ass, you feel my involuntary rubbing against your chin and give me more pressure to rub against. Faster and harder I fuck your chin. My instincts want to contract my muscles and close my legs as I reach for your chin, but your hands move to my knees again and keep me open to your attention. Matching my movements, you move your chin in small circles increasing pressure against me. With a single finger you reach up my body and hook it around the chain of my clamps and gently pull, as your chin fucks my clit, until I reach my climax and shiver and tingle from head to foot. You move down to taste and drink your fill, burying your face in my wetness. After cleaning me up, when my noises have subsided somewhat, you sit back on your haunches and look up at me flushed and sated. Noticing my nipples still clamped, a rich purple color from the blood constriction, you smile inwardly knowing that I don't have a clue what's going to happen next. Checking my arms for direction - crossing my legs in front of you appropriately, you get a good grip on my hips, pull me hard to you and flip me to my stomach. You listen to my screech as my over-sensitized nipples scrape across the sheets of the bed and then bear my weight pressing into the mattress. You grin, watching me closely, as I breathe deeply processing the pain, getting a handle on it. With all sincerity and caring, you ask me if I'm okay – if I want you to remove them. I want to say yes, remove them – but I'm also curious as to your plans, curious as to my limits, curious as to how much I really can take. I shake my head no – I tell you I'm okay, just give me a sec. Getting off of the bed, you take the washcloth I used earlier into the bathroom, rinse it out and warm it up, then bring it back to the bedroom and standing beside the bed you wipe well the crease of my ass - preparing it for your attention. With your wonderful deep-timbered voice you begin to tell me your naughty plans for me. Taking my hairbrush from my dresser and moving back to the bedside, you set the brush on the mattress within easy reach and lift my hips into the air and put me on my knees, placing even more pressure on my chest, on my nipples. You give me a few seconds more to process. Touching my pussy, you feel my wetness still there – bending over tasting me again - and then tell me what you're going to do with that wetness. But first, you owe me a spanking and you check your watch. Not fully knowing my expectations, your first swat with your hand is more playful then serious and creates little reaction in me. In fact, you notice my tenseness leaves a bit as I relax and prepare to accept your playfulness. Your next few swats get progressively harder and again you notice my involuntary response as I lift my ass asking for more. You've positioned my knees and legs so that my ass cheeks are spread and open to your view. Using the hair brush now, you watch my ass begin to turn pink, noticing the winces I begin to show, you begin to really enjoy this process. Continuing the spanking according to your own plan, you notice my flinches have turned to whimpers. You're fascinated by the pink color of my ass turning to a dull red. Giving equal treatment to both cheeks, they heat up beneath your attention. You switch back and forth using the brush sometimes, using your hands sometimes. Slapping and smacking and watching me, you watch my responses; you listen to me. You ignore the stinging in your hands and spank even harder. You have a wicked understanding of that connection between pain and pleasure for me. Your cock is rock hard. Your cock responds to the stinging in your hands, the color of my ass, and the motions of spanking me, the sounds of my whimpering. You check your watch. No ...... you can't enter me yet. You promised the spanking for a specific number of minutes. You feel frustration because you can't fuck my sweet ass yet, so using the brush you spank me harder. The dull red turns to a bright red. Again and again - swat, swat, swat, swat ... You ignore my tears which have started, knowing the pleasure obtained from the pain. You notice I've grabbed the fabric you tied me with in my hands, my face sideways on the pillow, my ass straining as high as possible reaching for your attention. You check your watch again - okay now - you count down the seconds of the final minute in your head. Mindlessly, your swats almost match the countdown you're thinking. My tears have turned into a full soft cry - but you are focused on that final second approaching when you can fuck me to your heart's content. Swat - 10, 9 - swat - 8, 7 - swat 6, 5 - swat 4, 3 - swat - 2, 1; then a final swat for good measure. On your knees behind me, you touch my pussy with the tip of your cock and revel in my wetness. With your tip against my clit, you bring your cock back to my entrance. Pulling my hips you plunge into me full tilt again and again and again, feeling whatever sensation you feel in finally fucking a sopping pussy. Exploding inside me - you give my ass another swat with your hand, just because it's there. Inside my pussy, your cock is still hard and slick. Grabbing some oil from the table and spreading the cheeks of my ass with your hands you drip the lube along my crease and using a finger, then two, you prepare the inside of me. You bring your slick cock to the entrance of my ass and push gently until your head slides inside. Somewhere outside the realm of your sensations you hear me begging, "Go slow - let me get used to you - please go slow." With your sexy, deep voice that sends shivers up my spine you tell me, "I am going to fuck your ass completely and fully." Slipping back into my pussy, using a bit more oil, you come back to my ass and slip in further. Pushing your cock one more time in my pussy and back to my ass again, this time you pull my hips and enter me completely and fully. Just for the pure pleasure of being inside my red-hot ass - you swat me again - and again - and again. Feeling my tightness around you, feeling my Keagles contract and relax, pulling out until just your head is inside my rim and re-entering me fully, you fuck my ass hard, and spank my bottom, to your own natural rhythm. Imagining whatever you want in your head, you fuck my ass to a mind-shattering, body-shuddering completion. With a deep satisfied sigh, staying inside my ass, you reach up and untie my wrists. Lying down behind me, rolling us to our sides, you push deeper into my ass not wanting to lose me. Knowing my nipples have been clamped much longer than my normal 30 minute limit, you very carefully, very gently, very lovingly press the releases and one by one remove the clamps, enjoying my sounds and cries, gasps and whimpers of immense pain as the blood rushes back into each nipple. You kiss the back of my neck and my cheek in understanding. With your fingers to my chin you bring my face to yours and kiss my tears away, then kiss me. Lifting my upper knee and locking your leg under mine to keep me spread, you snuggle my back against your chest with my head on your arm. You take my hand and guide it between my legs. You move your hands to my tits and begin to gently play with my tortured nipples. Starting with soft gentle circles and moving to strong pinches, pulls, and twists - your voice talks to me about my hand rubbing myself. Your words egg me on, your cock in my ass fills me with pressure, my fingers rub circles around my wet clit, harder and faster until I come and I press hard against your cock in my ass. You continue to hurt my tits and make my nipples burn as I ride the crest for as long as possible. Imagine. Imagine I closed my eyes, lying still in the cool darkness of my bedroom. She's there, watching me as I remain motionless against the soft luxury of the mattress, soothing my tired muscles. I feel relaxed, yet expectant; calm, but excited. Waiting for her. Waiting for her to make a move, to glide from the shadows and approach me on the bed. To slide her soft, latex-encased gloves to the top of my hairy thigh. To squeeze my flesh until I whimper and my cock rises to an erection. I'm waiting for my fantasy woman. The latex leotard moulds to her elegant body with a sensual sheen, the fishnets add sexual textures to her long legs, accentuated by her glossy high heels. But it's her expression, the controlling eyes, the dismissive sneer and the provocative pout; she is my secretary at work, my wife at home, my first love at primary school and my one-night stand at University. She is my dream; my cock surging as I feel fingers tapping lightly on my genitals, gripping my shaft and running her touch delicately over my head. She smiles at me, enjoying the sweet bliss warming my loins, and then she laughs. Taunting me. Humiliating me as my loins fizz with arousal. I can't help it: her sneering laughs sends shockwaves through my stimulation. So does the teasing of my size and my sexual prowess. So does the reminding me of my secret sexual desires: the need have bisexual experiences, the repeated dreams of piss-play and the hidden love of sploshing stories. She reminds me of my closeted skeletons and I'm pathetic, she admonishes. Totally pathetic. But I know this, and the slide of her hand over my cock as her fingers close around my nipple and her words batter my dignity, causes my arousal to surge. I'm horny, desperately so, and grunting with every swish of her wrist over my cock. I squeal as her fingers bite into my nipple, begging for mercy as she twists her grip. It's pain; coursing through my body as she cackles sadistically. Sweet music to my ears: the evil cry of my mistress, laughing as my body thrashes to her tune: the angry pain engulfing me, the gentle jerking of my cock and the evil look in her eyes. But it's the feeling, the smooth gliding of my manhood through her grip that has me wriggling, and crying, bucking my hips to the rhythm of her hand. She licks her lips: "I have a present for you," she says, and reaches underneath her catsuit, pulling a zip that slides from her bum to her bully button. "You want it?" Of course I wanted it. I wanted everything my woman would do to me, panting as her cunt was pressed against my mouth. Cum. And lots of it. Dripping from her sodden crotch and into my mouth. "I've been with lots of guys," she warned. "But I know you'll like it." I didn't like it; I loved it. The gloopy feel of her lovers' deposits sliding from her well-fucked cunt and into my mouth. The musky smell, the warm texture, the humiliation. Oh, the humiliation. It had my cock harder than it had ever been before as her weight was rested on my face and her thighs gripped my ears. I could feel every part of her lusciousness, smiling as her hands smacked my legs and her fingers patted gently on my cock. It was bliss; she said she had fucked two hundred men and I jerked my cock into her hand. The thought of two hundred men spilling their load into my woman had me concupiscent with passion; the thrill of drinking their products was sending me towards orgasm. But it was her friend, pulling my legs into the air and parting my ankles with one move. She kissed him as I cleaned her cunt, sucking mouthfuls of sticky cum into my mouth. It was gushing, flowing ever quicker as the lubricated head of a blunt cock rubbed against my resistance and my anus. "Be fucked by Bobby," she cried, her fingers dancing over my glans. "He'll be gentle, baby!" I was panting, gulping down the influx of semen into my mouth. I was groaning and crying, squirming and bucking as her friend filled my rectum with his meaty cock. It was too much. I couldn't stop as the flood of orgasm filled me. My prostate pulsed and glowed as my loins quivered and the first rope of cum seeped from my manhood. Wave after wave of orgasm coursed through me: my body alive with the intense orgasm. My nipples burnt in pain, my testicles sizzled with pleasure and my partner sneering at my pool of cum, gathering in my belly button. We'd been here before. Only when I opened my eyes, I heard the feint call of my wife: "Dinner!" "Be down in a minute," I shouted down the stairs, looking at the cum littering my chest and my abandoned work uniform on the floor. There was no dominatrix, and certainly not an amalgamation of all my fantasies. There was no "Bobby" poking my arse with his thick cock. There was no squeezing of my nipples or slap of my skin. Just my mind, taking me places I could not ever hope to visit.