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“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.” —
Henry and June, Anais Nin (via retrojapan)
Always…and I acknowledge it is odd…. but always grateful to Anais.
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How Completely true. Completely.
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I would love to be able to rock this getup. I confess.
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God this is such a beautiful image…..I love this.
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Yes please!
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The Visitation
I slip one heel off and then another, the quiet sounds of the night outside drifting in through my open bedroom windows. After a long, stressful day, I feel completely wrecked, and after sliding down my stockings and removing my skirt and blouse, I lay across the soft wool of my blanket, closing my eyes and sinking into the soft feeling of the sweet rest following fatigue. Still tension pulls at my psyche, and there is something in me that flutters with restlessness. My ears perk when I hear a creak on the stairs in the hallway. I smile to myself, though I keep my eyes closes. He is here. I had not expected it, had not even pined for it, but he has come all the same. I lay perfectly still, motionless, as he enters the bedroom doorway, knowing that I lay directly before him, the smooth white hillock of my ass the first thing he’ll see, my feet draping off the bed just at the height of his knees and directly in front of him. He doesn’t say a single word, and I listen, almost holding my breath, as I hear the clink of his belt buckle opening, the long leather belt being drawn from his trousers and placed on the bed. I don’t move. He knows I am aware of his presence and still he says nothing. I feel his hand come down gently to the small of my back, just above the ass I know he admires so much. He presses against my back with just a hint of pressure, and then slides his palm flat against my skin, drawing it over the rise and fall of my ass cheek. I feel my body respond immediately, my body flushing with heat, my cunt growing juicy ripe with the nectar of my desire, and even my legs shift open a little further. Even as my thighs press apart, he slides his knee slowly across the bed, driving it up between my thighs in a slow, deliberate manner. He knows what he wants and he will take it. This makes me squirm with delicious desire, with excitement and the desperate need for release.
I keep my eyes closed. I hear his guttural groans as his lust builds, his desire mounts. His thigh, pressing up against my cunt, provides a pressure that I cannot resist. I must push against him, spreading my legs open wider to allow my pussy lips to spread open, pink, silky and wet against the firmness of his leg. As his lips move down my throat, to my collarbone, to my breasts, my nipples, the softness of my aureola, I am absolutely writhing with arousal and deep pleasure. He stops and whispers softly in my ear, “Keep your eyes closed.” I smile but obey. I hear soft sounds, and then i feel the satiny softness of his favorite silk blindfold cover my eyes. He lifts my head and ties it on firmly but gently. With this simple act, all of my sensual experiences increase tenfold: my hearing is sharper, my skin tingles from head to toe as if I am swimming nude in a swift current, even my tongue seems to have amplified taste and sensual awareness. I lick my lips, savoring the sweet, sanguine act of moistening my reddened lips, swollen now with arousal and heat. Still he hasn’t touched me.
I hear him taking off his clothes. The unzipping of his trousers, the agonizingly slow unbuttoning of his shirt. I know he is watching me. “What is he thinking?” I wonder, but I don’t dare speak. I am aching for his words, for his touch, but he prolongs my squirming anticipation until I am able to quietly let go. I feel the presence of the wool fibers of our blanket against my naked back, I am aware of the breeze coming through the open window and across my body, and then —- cool leather encircles my throat, my most erogenous of bodily zones, if excepting my pulsing cunt! I sigh but do not speak, and i can feel the excitement rippling through my body. But I must again allow the sensations of the present fill me and overtake me, moment by moment my will giving way until my heart cries out only one thing: That he take me, possess me and own me in full. That he take pleasure in my body to fulfill his deepest wants, desires, needs. I want to feel the fullness of his virility, the darkest places where his lust resides, and then to allow him full possession of my body. I sigh deeply, the gratification of the moment taking over. His hands are finally placed on my knees, and he takes something, some kind of feathery tool, and my skin absolutely jumps at the sensation of the feathers running up the inside of my creamy white milky thighs. He doesn’t rest until he’s covered every inch of my sensitive skin with this delicious torture, and I can hardly keep myself from squirming and crying out.
He has looped two constraints around my ankles and I feel them tighten as he pulls them taught, opening me to his gaze, to whatever he might want of me. I hear a satisfied groan, a groan that communicates the pleasure he finds in me. This pleases me immensely. “Baby, you know how I love your pretty little cunt,” He whispers, and I smile, my words caught in my throat. “My little plaything,” he groans, “I love how you give your pussy to me to explore, to discover, to possess”. I say nothing but when i feel his head pressing down between my open thighs, I cry out with a whimper. His mouth finds my delicate vulva lips, which he presses apart with one hand, his warm breath alone so viscerally stimulating to me. I know he is appraising me as if discovering this cunt for the first time, and though I tremble with the feeling of his power and control, I am also flushed with the wanton, greedy side of me that so wants to be fucked and licked almost continuously, and certainly insatiably. “I know you are my little whore,” he whispers, and I can imagine his smile, which is, despite the naughty words, bestowed quite lovingly. “This is exactly how I want you. Open to me.”
I wait for the sensation of his mouth. He withholds at first, but then I feel the slippery, firm tongue against the inner lips, pressing into the silky sweetness of my honeyed bowl. “Ohhh,” I gasp, the pleasure curving up through my body like a long slow, sensuous wave, flushing my face as the wave overtakes me. My mouth open, my breathing changes, quickening; my throat arches back, opening as I breathe deeply and fully. I cannot move my legs at all, which brings an initial sense of frustration as I desire to squeeze them closer together or draw them up to my chest because of the intensity of the feeling. But restraints are taught, and I can only allow myself to sink more deeply into the pleasure.
He licks my pussy lips, he delves deeper into my cunt with his tongue, taking two fingers then, and pressing them into me. He turns his fingers in semi-circles with the rotation of his wrist which makes me gasp and moan loudly. I want to shout but I try not to, biting my lip, and succumbing to his delicious tortures. His thumb presses against the side of my clit while he licks me with an animal lust. It hardens like a delicate pearl in my open oyster, and for me it throbs with a heat that is like a shock to my body. His fingers pull out of my reddened cunt, and he runs them down along the cleft of my vulva, my slit now slippery wet with my juices.
Even if I acted uninterested, my body would betray me; he always knows how my cunt prepares for him, that my mind cannot resist the visualization of his throbbing cock pressing into me, and to that, my body responds. “My greedy little slut, my insatiable little nymph,” he whispers, breathing level with my cunt. My back arches and I shiver, my desire for him as palpable as his dextrous tongue flicking against my clit. “Oh..god,” I groan, my voice almost inaudible. I wonder if he is watching my face, looking at the changes flitting across my face as my dance with stimulation progresses. He knows that if he draws this out a full thirty minutes, not letting me cum, I will have a climax that will shake me to my bones; If he makes me orgasm quickly, he can make me cum three more times in the next hour. I am entirely at his mercy and his whims; He knows my wiring like he knows his own body, and this liberates me entirely. I am in his fullest possession.
For what feels like centuries of bliss, he licks my spread lips, he grabs my pussy hair, the gentle trimmed bush that he demands I keep, and he pulls at my mound, alternately stroking at my silk tendrils and tugging at me with a hungry need. In other contexts, I might use the word ‘desperation’ but this is not desperate; he is fully in control and he shows me that at every turn. It is I who am desperate. “Keep your mouth open,” He commands, and he gently swirls the tip of his tongue in circles around my clit until my body is just about bucking against the constraints, so intense is the feeling. I feel as if I am so sensitive to his touch it is almost painful; I must constantly, vigilantly release my body into him, release my emotions, my wanting, my pleasure, until I am at one with the wave. And it comes. The soft, warm, spreading undulations of pleasure rise from within me and crest in a beautiful arch of deep, bone-shaking, toe-curling climactic bliss. I cry out, my back arching and twisting, my legs pulling together, straining against the constraints, my hands coming down to pull at the hair on his head. My pelvis rides to meet his mouth even more fully, and for just a moment, I feel his energy, his flow of force and presence, meet my ecstatic bow of electric bliss.
He cannot resist one last long, languorous caress of his tongue, kiss of his lips on my throbbing flesh, before he raises his head to kiss that insanely sensitive area of my pelvic bowl right above my pubis…I wriggle, but I am smiling greatly in the wonderfully weakened state of an orgasm such as that. My skin glistens with a soft glow, and as his lips find my nipples, I feel the night breeze softly grace my skin. I can only sigh. He does not let me rest, however, but nips at my nipples, biting them gently and pulling them a little into his mouth. His face nuzzles down into the space between my throat and shoulder, pressing into me with his body with tenderness, and he whispers, “That’s right, my pretty little baby, my little darling. I love when you cum for me like a good girl,” He kisses me on my throat, he nibbles at my ear, sucking my lobe and I, in such a state, but with my hands still free, reach the back of his head and pull his lips down to my own. In not being able to see him, I am all the more overtaken by the deliciousness of his sensual lips on mine, the fullness of his mouth, the taste of my own sweet honey on his tongue, the scent of his own loveliness combined with my juices…Oh the ecstasy of it!
In my dream like, post-climactic state, i am like a limp doll, full of desire and brimming over with lust for him. I have never felt so open, so free, so acquiescent. I feel as though we could go anywhere in these moments, experience anything, and it would be like a journey through the night sky: such bliss. “Oh my darling,” I haltingly whisper, “pleasure yourself with my body. Take me. Just take me fully and completely.” His mouth pressed into my cheek, he grunts, “Oh”, and then whispers, “I absolutely intend to, my darling little slut”. I am so wet and so open, I can hardly stand waiting another minute, but suddenly, I feel the head of his lovely cock pressing my still-buzzing pussy lips apart, dividing me like the ripest melon, juicy and full to bursting. He groans as he pushes himself into me, “My god, you are so wet,” he cannot help but to quietly exclaim. At first he thrusts slowly, as if to savor the rippling sweetness of my cunt squeezing against his hard, thick shaft. But he quickly increases momentum, slapping against me. He stops suddenly, and I am surprised until he takes the constraints off. He pushes my legs up over my head so they are tilted at an angle towards my head; He wants complete access to my dripping cunt, and that is what he takes.
With brutal force, he fucks his cunt, my cunt, with a posture of complete possession of me, and complete abandon to his own lust. With every thrust I cry out, feeling the fullness of his cock in me, the way he stretches my cunt wider to accommodate him and the rippling pleasure as he pounds my sopping wet pussy. He goes on thrusting in this way for a long while, and my body is rocked back by his force, my breasts bouncing, my hands clutching at the blanket under my body. He slows, and I feel him loop a finger into one of the rings of my collar….he pulls my mouth towards his own as he leans down to kiss me hungrily, reminding me that I am to keep my mouth open for him, that he intends to fuck that mouth and fill my open throat with his cum. I am eager to taste him, I am eager to be filled by him, in whatever way he desires.
His tongue presses deep into my mouth, his cock still lodged deep into my pussy, the head of his cock just about pressed against my cervix. My legs now freed, I press my pelvis against his groin, pulling him deeper inside me if that was possible. With one had still holding my collar, he slides the other hand to my hip and vigorously and single-mindedly fucks my cunt for minutes longer, insatiable in his lust for me. Without warning he pulls out. He runs the length of his cock up and down my slit, my pearl still sensitive from the intensity of the orgasm he’d given me. I moan loudly with the bliss of it, and I know he is doing this for my pleasure. He knows how much it teases and torments me in all the very best ways. I then feel him move up my body, his fingers, palms, tongue, lips following the valleys and hillocks of my body as an explorer would navigate a new terrain, slowly and carefully. It feels so luxuriant to just relish every movement, every touch, every ounce of delicious pleasure this gives me.
“Oh, Monsieur,” I sigh….and with mouth still open, I lick my lips, inviting his cock to partake of my willing mouth. I feel the head of his cock against my lips in the slippery darkness, even as a few of his fingers find my cunt to fondle and stroke. He holds one hand at the base of his cock, which is hard as a rock and slick with my cunt’s sweet honey, and he tells me to open my mouth wider. I feel his cock press between the lips of my inviting mouth, eager to feel the flesh of his pulsing shaft in my mouth. Hungrily, I slurp and suck at his cock, but he keeps the control in his court, pumping his cock and bouncing it on my lips and tongue. He stops to force his cock deep into my mouth, into the back of my throat, and with my eyes squeezed shut, I open myself to him completely. Slowly he begins to truly fuck my mouth, his hands wrapped up in my hair, using my mouth as he would use my pussy, the whole time whispering deliciously dirty little things and telling me what i am to do, how he loves to fuck my body, how he loves my tender little mouth, so accepting, so open to him. “My little fuckslut,” he growls, “Oh my own little fucktoy. I will fuck your body until you can’t stand; I’ll fuck your mouth until your throat is raw,” And i take all of him again and again, a few tears escaping my eyes because of the intensity, the concentration I must give this one act.
With devotion to his cock and to my Monsieur I take him fully and deeply with the nature of an initiate engaged in a pure act of worship. Groaning as he nears his own point of extreme sensitivity and potential climax, he pulls out of my mouth, not without rubbing the silky soft head of his cock onto my pouting lips, and though i take a moment to lick my lips, he immediately begins to stroke himself again. The head of his cock is pressing against my open lips, my tongue flicking at his skin, and he hooks a thumb around my lower jaw, opening my mouth more fully to him. With a great cry, I feel his body tighten and wrench over me, warm rivulets of his sweetened, savory cum spilling over my mouth and into my throat. I take his cum so eagerly as he pumps more and more of his seed into me, my mouth still held wide open. Slowly, he slides his hand down to my throat, pressing against it with his palm as he pumps the last of his sweet milk into my mouth, groaning with every pump. I moan with delight and pleasure, licking my lips, tasting him, smelling his scent, and savoring his sweetness. After every last bit of strength has left him, and I have received all of his milky white cum as if the last reservoir, he falls against me and my legs wrap around his body, pulling him tight against me.
He is so long, his body so wonderfully languid in this post orgasmic state, I pull him against me as if pliable clay, and he molds against me easily. “Oh my lover,” I moan, stroking his hair, my body ever rich with desire, “oh my sweet darling.” He manages to reach up to pull the blindfold off of my eyes, and with that gesture, he looks deeply in my eyes, smiles widely, and whispers to me, “Oh i love you, my gorgeous girl, Oh my, what you give me, what you give me…” And with that he drops back, his face pressed between my breasts, the top of his head nestled under my chin. I stroke his hair, smiling with the bliss of someone who hasn’t a worry in the world. What release there is in being so fully possessed, but so fully needed. What delicious sublimation there is in this giving, and what liberation.
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magic night…
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Dreamer of Dreams….I will join you now, in sleep.
A Circle of Mist - The Dreamer of Dreams by the Queen of Roumania - Edmund Dulac
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Those whispered desires….how my body betrays my desire and desperation for you
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