Posts tagged myerotica
Posts tagged myerotica
He moaned that I have an innocent face, such an innocent face, such innocent eyes, before he came on my lips until it was dripping from them and trailing down my chin and over my collarbone….
He crawled up onto the bed. He took her. Hungrily, he spread her legs, slipping her panties down below her knees, dragging his tongue between her fleshy cunt lips to lick her open, to taste her honey there already flowing, and he took her.
Dive onto me, into me, my back pulled into a gentle arch, arms pulled back, your teeth tightening around a circle of my flesh. You make me feel your need to ravish, to allow your fire to burn, to free your soul to consume, to let the hunger roam free and unbridled.
At quarter til 11 she found she had sunk into the sort of sleepy reverie that assails one after a long day, a tired day, as after several glasses of wine, but it was with a sleepy quiet contentment that she felt her mind slip for a moment into a consciousness of her own body. With a gentle arch of her back, she shrugged her shoulders high, stretching upwards, legs pushing in the opposite direction, limber, but her mind somehow concentrated on every fiber of her being. The sensuousness of her thoughts were sunk into the knowledge of her body as deep as a secret, hidden archaeology of something that would never, could never be discovered even generations later, a sensuous connection of mind and body that could only be ascertained in the present, tapped into, as one might tap into a hidden spring on a mountainside. She delighted in that feeling. She slipped her hand between thighs, parted, cupping her Venetian delta in her open palm, throwing her head back, pausing for a moment before she found that irresistible pleasure-center, that promise (if pursued) of the event horizon that would take one into the deeper, darker returns on the road to blissful oblivion. It was just a touch, a soft caress on the underside of black lace, but the index finger drawn over fleshy lips, middle finger dipping into the already moistening cleft between, and the hard pearl of her clit made promises enough to draw her onward. Head falling back, her lips parted involuntary, and her tongue drew moisture along her lips….first one than the other. This almost unconscious action always produced the very conscious vision of his cock pressing between her moistened lips and so she sighed and sank deeper into the blissful arch towards her wanton, salacious thoughts. Bringing a finger to her mouth, she spit gently on it before sinking it under the lace, immediately and irresolutely finding her already hardened pearl, tilting hips upward to spread herself open with knees parted, giving her own fingers the access required to tease herself towards single-minded pleasure. She was surprised and pleased to feel with her fingertips how quickly her fingers were made dripping wet by her own body, and she pushed her fingers in a little deeper before drawing them up to her lips for a taste, for the scent, for the curious, sensual-minded meandering questions of whether he would find her fragrance desirable, heady, full of the earthiness of her sex, were he here to enjoy her body tonight.
She was on their bed, and even if he was away, she could smell the scent of his skin on the sheets when she fell back against the edge of the mattress. Her head slipped backwards against the outside crease of the mattress, head tilting backwards in such a way that her mouth parted slightly, her tongue again licking lips alive with sensuousness and lascivious need. The scent of his body filled her senses, obliterating everything else so that in her mind’s palpable fantasy she felt him on top of her, her lace panties pulled down, knees parted, his cock finding her and forcing his way into her, almost brutally, the lust and craving so intense. She wanted him to want her that badly, to need to take her so forcibly. There was something about that unbridled lust that, in concert with her fingers bowing against her musical clitoris, as if playing a concert cello, made her body hum melodically and irrevocably towards the tremulous waves of orgasm that she craved. She pushed down, the pressure intensifying the sensations, and she dragged her fantasy along in her mind, picturing his view of her, the way his hands tugged at her lingerie, her flesh yielding, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted, her tongue against his skin as he grasped her thighs and pressed them open, pressed them simultaneously down against the cotton sheets. Fingers rubbed against the outer edge of her clit, pressing, the pressure building, and she laughed a sensuous giggle, delighting in the signals that told her just how aroused she was, just how *close* before she’d hardly even begun. And sighing, she let her head fall back again, lips parted.
With the heart-stopping stillness that overcomes someone when confronted with the sudden knowledge that one is not alone, she realized all at once that there was someone in the room with her. Had the door opened? Had she been so lost, so oblivious as to not feel the draft? It had to be him. It could only be him. But she kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut, wanting to feel the slight danger of not really knowing, of being perilously close to the edge of orgasm and so completely vulnerable. In this state of undress and pleasurable sensation, it almost mimicked drunkenness, and she abandoned herself to it, so heightened were her sensations already. Eyes tightly closed, she imagine what he saw: porcelain white skin with the dark black of satin and lace lingerie, suspenders pressing into her thigh and tugging lace-topped silk stockings, her fingers creating a bulge beneath that hid the silky wetness of her spread open cunt, reddened already from her caresses and dripping with her juices. She arched, throat achingly wanting, craving his hands around its exposed, taut curvature. Was this even him? Or was it a stranger who had happened upon her? She trusted it was him but she wouldn’t open her eyes. It titillated her to no end to experience the limbo between questioning the present body and craving him. She felt his hand on her throat. She smelled him. She licked her lips, begging him without words but with pink tongue against flesh, and as his grip tightened and she heard the quiet muttering words of lusty desire, she felt the fleshy head of his cock against her mouth. She complied, opening eagerly. She arched, belying her own neediness, unless it was to be interpreted moreso as a sexual passion continuously seeking pathways to expression. A deep breath filled her lungs and she pressed hips upward, arching backwards into a deeper bend, opening her throat. It surprised her, the force of his cock pushing back into her mouth, despite the fact that she’d been waiting for just such an act. He pulled his fingers through her hair slowly and then suddenly tightened his fist, holding her head against his hips as he thrust in again. Shoulders pushed backwards, downwards towards the floor, she lifted her hips so that her feet were flat on the mattress, so that she could feel her body flowering open all the more, hopefully providing the length in her throat that was necessary. He tugged again at her hair and moaned as her tongue wrapped circles around his cock, lips sucking vigorously at his cockhead as he sped up and slowed his thrusts according to his needs.
Vocal encouragement only egged her on and she bent her body all the more, despite her eyes locked shut, and she gasped and focused on his shaft pressed into her mouth, sliding in and out now, more and more quickly. Pushing back into her, the length made her gag, tears springing to her eyes, but her tongue continued to swirl and work at him, her fingers slapping and rubbing against her own clitoris as he pressed inot her mouth as if it were her own imminently fuckable cunt. She felt the deepening intensity of a body so close to orgasm, her own. His one hand gripping her hair, the other on her throat, he slid the second palm to her exposed breast, tugging at an erect nipple, his voice erupting in guttural, simple proclamations: “those tits”, “fuckable cunt”, “that fucking tongue”, and simple utterances of possession: “mine”, all his primal needs splayed before him.
He thrust again and again into her open mouth and throat, pressing in, even holding her head against him as he thrust, filling her greedy, eager mouth with his cock, the same cock she craved and pined for when he was not with her. He knew this, relished it, and it drove him onward in his own pathway towards release. Her body grew suddenly distracted, rigid, as she abruptly arched towards the wave that crashed through her own body, moaning deeply in a low, visceral moan. But his strokes into her mouth were ceaseless and unyielding as she came, and he did not pause while she experienced her own tremulous orgasm, knowing it only heightened her pleasure to continue to use her, if you could call it that, to his own end. She could feel how hard he was and her hand traveled deftly from her throbbing clit to his balls so she could caress, so she could tease. If he could have tied her wrists together at this point, he would have, so focused was his need to take advantage of this creature before him, weakened by her own climax. And there was no shame in this, the archetypal desire to dominate and fuck and explode into the mouth of the woman before him. He gripped her. He grit his teeth and looked at her while her eyes finally fluttered open to reveal clear eyes, her mouth full with his shaft pressing between her lips. He read everything he needed to from the expression in her eyes. When he pulled out she looked up in surprise, her face melting into a state of sublime abandon when, continuing to stroke his own shaft, white rivulets of cum began to pour from him onto her mouth and cheeks. She flicked her tongue up over her lips, seeking his taste, her eyes searching his face as he clenched in the fits of orgasm, just one deep moan escaping from him. He pulled at his shaft just once more and the bubbles of milky cum burst over her skin to her great pleasure, just finally letting her milk the last drops from the tip, her tongue flicking into its crevice to ensure every last drop had been savored.
He held himself up for a moment, eyes closed, his hands relaxing enough to release her hair and to rest a palm against her cheek. In her mind he was saying “Hi honey, I’m home”, and perhaps he was echoing this in his mind too, and she laughed and pulled him into bed with her.
A low whimper escaped from her glossy lips as she felt the pressure of his hand around her throat. It was the words he whispered in her ear, however, that nearly took her breath away, that moistened her black lace panties, that made her knees grow weak such that for a moment he had to hold her to keep her from sinking to the floor. And then he guided her down. And as his hard cock slid between her lips, her tongue licking them and running down the flesh of his shaft, she felt again a pressure against her throat that she craved just as much, though this time it was from within.
We take a walk in the park during his lunch break, stopping to sit on a bench together, warm in the soft spring sunshine. As I crawl up onto his lap, my shoes drop onto the new spring grass one after the other, and somehow the feeling of shoeless feet excites me and I wiggle up further onto his lap. He smells my perfume, the deeper sensual scent I wear in tandem to the lavender in my hair. As I hug him tight, he nuzzles his nose against my throat and my collarbone, and I feel his hand slide up over my thigh. I press harder against him until I feel that longed for hardness beneath his trousers, and suddenly I am even more excited. Now my mind is fixated on his hardening cock, the precum that could be there, the way his flesh tastes and feels against my tongue. I search for his mouth with mine, wanting to bite gently into his lower lip, to remind him of how much I desire him, how much I ache to be filled by him. The world around us disappears and it becomes irrelevant whether someone could be watching. The whole universe has disappeared except for him and me. His hand becomes everything, sliding up under my skirt, my tongue finding his, bodies swooning and flushing and aching in the sensual intoxication.. He whispers a word I’ve never heard him utter, and moans in my ear as he buries his face in my hair. That hand, that hand, that hand. As I grind against his cock, now rock hard against my pelvis, my legs straddling him now, that hand of his slides up further under my dress until he finds my lace panties. He knows I wore them just for him. He knows the care I take in preparing for him. But now they are inconsequential and only there to be pushed aside, for that finger, or fingers, to slide up into my silky wet cunt, now clenching around his fingers, begging for his cock. Oh, my whole body is begging for him.
I did think I was all alone, Sir. I didn’t expect anyone to find me in a place so remote, but now that you have found me…….
Since you seem to be in such a comfortable position, would you like me to pour you some wine and feed you?
Why yes, i would absolutely love that. oooohh…i love how you draw the cold grapes down over my nipples, making me shiver and moan gently. I can see that only one or two sips of wine and I will be melting into your arms.
It is not just the wine. The air around us is intoxicating. As I inch closer to you on the blanket, your breath…intermingling with the aroma of the wine…is warm and sweet. I notice an errant droplet of wine escaping the corner of your mouth. For a moment, I thought to capture it with my finger before it trails down your chin. Instead, I concluded that my tongue would be the far better choice to accomplish that task.
When your lips meet mine, a soft moan escapes my lips, and my tongue finds yours in an explosion of bliss. Slowly, my hand reaches towards you, touching you gently, and you lower your body over mine. Your lips, in that kissing caress, communicate a sweet tenderness that builds to a passionate urgency. My lips, wine-stained, sweet, soft, serve only to fuel your hunger….and mine.
The moment your moist lips and searching tongue meet mine I am struck blinded by the sheer, immediate passion of our connection. It is not clumsy and awkward like some encounters can be when overcome with such an intense wash of sensations. No. It is as if everything slows down. My lips can decipher the creases in yours. My tongue is alive with every wet and slippery slither as we share how the other feels and tastes. Synapses pop, flash and fire behind my closed eyes. It is like I am about to pass out. You breathe heavily from your nose and I inhale, taking your essence deep inside of me. A shared lifeforce is passing freely and openly between us. Balancing on my left arm, I raise and lower my right hand slowly on to your awaiting flesh. I caress your left breast. Immediately your nipple tightens and hardens. You moan and lightly, teasingly, clamp down on my lower lip with your teeth. You arch your back and raise your pelvis to grind up against me…all of me.
I can feel instantly how my body responds to you, so instantaneously, so readily. I arch to meet the curve of your pelvis with mine, my hips pressing upwards in concert to the coaxing motion of your body. The energy passing through us is palpable, circling through our mouths to the fire in our bellies. Intoxicated by your feverish desire, my legs part imperceptibly, and I unconsciously reach between my milky white thighs, finding the soft river of my velvet cleft. A subtle groan vibrates into your mouth as you kiss me, for I am overwhelmed with sensuality, with need, with the aching desire to fuse now….completely….with you.
Your white hot lust roils off of you and permeates through me and into me. My lips kiss your right cheek and my tongue licks down your neck. I lightly drag my rough chin across your collarbone and down the outside of your breast. My mouth envelopes your right nipple. My tongue licks and teases her to glistening hardness. I gently kiss the valley between your breasts and then give your left nipple the same attention. You writhe beneath me unable to keep still, rapidly loosing the control you are so desperately trying to maintain. Your hands are clenching the blanket, tugging and pulling at it like an imprisoned animal would pull against its chain. You release your grip and attempt to grab my hair. My short cropped style affords no hand hold so you again attack the blanket. I proceed to kiss, nibble and lick down your smooth belly, nuzzling your navel with my nose and tongue.
I am moaning in short gasps as you trail your tongue down along my belly and towards my dark mound. As I acquiesce to your teasing torments, a sensation of delight rises within me, and I find I only want more and more of you. My knees open as you sink between my legs, your body long and lithe sliding back into the grass. I feel your hot breath on my mons, and I watch you as you close your eyes and breathe me in, the scent of this aroused woman beneath you. When your tongue lightly begins to stroke along the sweet cleft of my pussy, opening me and releasing my nectar, I throw my head back, gasping. Your tongue, warm and soft, and wet, is like magic, the feeling every woman craves, the deliciousness of being opened and tasted and the blissful sensations sending sweet shivers up my spine. My throat arched, I squeeze my eyes shut, hands reaching towards your cropped hair, and I stroke your head and ears absent-mindedly, giving over everything to your ministrations.
It has been a misty, rainy morning, the kind of morning that warrants a full day of love making, endless, inexhaustible, and each interlude of quiet talk and gentle stroking only fueling another round of passionate sex. I am in the shower after spending hours and hours fucking my lover, and as the water streams over my head and my eyes, I take a moment to relish the present, to feel the heady pleasure that comes from feeling contentment, from passion, from satiated desire and requited love. In an unusual turn of fate, we’ve had the extremely rare luxury of spending an ample length of time exploring each other in what feels like every possible way, though part of the excitement is in knowing that between us, there is always uncharted territory ahead. I sink into a state of delicious dreaminess that accompanies sexual satisfaction, but there remains a palpable ripeness, an electric charge that is impossible to ignore.
Almost as if reading my mind, he steps into the shower to join me. Rapidly, easily, passionately, we find each other again, his cock becoming hard in my hand as he presses against me, first rubbing and then sucking my pert, hard, pink nipples, and as I pull up on his cock with a soapy hand, he begins to slide his fingers along my silky wet slit. I close my eyes, mouth open in a soft sigh of pleasure, and I falter for a moment, losing concentration and just holding his cock in my hand instead of stroking it. I try to recover, my breathing quickened, and return my attentions to his perfect, hard cock, until I then feel his fingers being to press against my tight little rosebud, pressing my ass cheeks apart and rubbing gently against this sensitive little flower. “oh baby love,” I moan, my knees sinking a little, my hand freezing again, even as I try to continue to give him the attentive pleasure he is giving me, my distracted body, my distracted mind arrested by the ripples of pleasure he is sending throughout my body.
He can sense my consternation as I am overwhelmed with pleasure, my desire to reciprocate, and he smiles and whispers, “It’s okay, baby, I need this too." My body yields to him easily, my ass opening up to him so readily, and I begin to slowly, sensually rub my clit as he slides a finger inside me. He is so rock hard and so ready, and I want him, and badly. I want him inside me. I never stop wanting. I am never truly satiated. His mouth finds mine and as we kiss, he turns my body towards the wall, pressing me up against the cool ceramic tile, the water splashing down around us, over us, running over my face and into my mouth. The desire is so palpable I grunt with need, with pure, visceral need, biting my lip as I tilt my ass up towards him, arching the small of my back, wanting him.
He teases my little rosebud with his cock, alternately pressing in and then pulling away, teasing and squeezing my tits and grabbing my ass cheeks, spreading them open a little and sliding his finger in and out of me. Finally he pushes the rock hard head of his cock against my ass, and I feel his body pushing against mine, his shoulders meeting my back, his lips on my neck. He slowly presses into me; he feels my body open to him like the watery curtains of a waterfall, and he slides in just a little, testing these waters. I gasp, but the soap suds and the intensity of my need make his entree easy.
Slowly, he eases some length of his cock into me. I feel a tight pinch for a brief second, that moment when my body starts with the expansion gently encouraged by the size of his cock, but still perhaps too much to take in all at once, and then I moan with pleasure as my ass gives way. I resume rubbing my aching clit, and the combined pleasure of this penetration and my humming clit are almost too much to handle. I try to stay standing, fighting the feeling that my knees want to buckle and collapse beneath me. The only thing I can manage is a feeble whisper, “Oh don’t stop, baby, god, don’t stop”, and he rocks his hips into me with a gentle motion, pushing himself deeper and deeper into me as my body accommodates the size of his cock, so much bigger than a finger or two.
One hand presses against the ceramic, supporting more than I would care to admit, and I arch my back further, pushing back against his cock as he begins to fuck my ass with a steady, hard rhythm, feeling my body respond to him as he presses into me. I’m so ready for it, so wanting it, my body taut and nearly vibrating with pleasure. My eyes are closed as the water streams over my face, and my head tilts back to feel the pelting spray even more — I am all sensation now, all abandonment, all sensuality. He groans as he fucks me harder, grasping my waist with his hands as he brings my ass back against his pelvis, fucking me as deeply as he can. And I encourage him by rocking back against him and slapping against his body with my parted ass cheeks. “Fuck,” I moan, reduced to expletives, all of my mind overtaken with what is pure lust, desire, carnality. As I rub my clit more furiously, I begin to feel the shift that precedes orgasm, and I sense my body becoming even more lost to the tremendous sensations rippling and coursing through me. Mouth gaping open, I squeeze my eyes tighter together and can feel nothing but his hands clutching me, his cock fucking me deeply and savagely.
He slides two fingers into my mouth and gently urges my throat to arch back, my head to tilt back towards his shoulder, and he kisses me hard on the mouth, biting, nibbling and biting at my lower lip, his fingers still inside my mouth pressed against the inside of my cheek. “That’s it baby….give it to me. Cum for your man.” He taunts me verbally about how much he knows I need to be fucked, how much i need every hole to be filled with his cock, about how insatiable I am. “You greedy little slut,” he whispers, “my little fuck slut, my little baby whore, god, the way you open your ass to me, the way you can’t stand a break from being the fuckable little cunt that you are…..mmmmm" That pleased, approving tone giving way to groans of pleasure as he fucks me harder and harder, feeling my ass clenching now as I feel waves mounting, threatening now to overtake and overwhelm me. His voice softens, "yes, baby, give it to me. Cum for me.”
Urging me closer, he slides his hands up over my hips and my abdomen to my nipples, pinching me firmly, twisting gently, and pulling them taut away from my body. Everything is too overwhelming for me now. My guttural groan tells him all he needs to know, and he pumps me hard and swiftly, determined to meet me in my bliss. I grow rigid as I feel the shift, the wave originating deep inside me and spreading like a rippling tsunami throughout my body, flushing my face and making me weak. I cry out, moaning and bucking under the power of the orgasm, falling forward a little against the tile, and bending at the waist. As I cum, he shouts my name over and over, his engorged cock erupting inside me, pumping me full of his delicious cum. My pleasure is only amplified tenfold by the warm pools of cum filling my body, of receiving him and his precious essence. Even if my orgasm has left my legs shaking, I relish every moment of the waves that overtake my lover, filling his body with pleasure and with the bliss that accompanies sharing such a moment with one that you love.
He laughs as he falls forward against me, and we sink down onto the floor of the shower, smiling, encircling each other with our arms, pressing noses and lips against the body of the other, panting and loving and cherishing all that we have to give.
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.
(photo submitted by oursecretside for this purpose)
There are times when you are so overcome with lust, with the sensuality of your own body, the insatiable need you have for being fucked, of wanting to be fucked this very minute, that you have no choice but to lie down on the floor wherever you are, slip those panties down and bring the waves of pleasure straight up through your whole body. Well, I know I’ve been known to do that.
…”Mmm, baby love.”