Darkness creeps unrestricted, engulfing me in it's
velvety arms, undulating, caressing- consuming. I lay flat on the bed, the
silence overwhelming, and then, myself, my ragged breath, the pounding
of my heart, the sinuous sliding of my skin on the sheets, my legs, up and
down. up, and down, rubbing, pressing together, anything to ease the
delicious tension I feel there. I'm so nervous, I'm not even sure if you'll
show up. I close my eyes to relax myself, but the sexual tension might
as well start to crackle. The air is the room is exactly how it is right
before a storm, where the colors shine brighter, and everything is charged
with anticipatory electricity. I breathe slowly, deliberately, lips parted,
letting my body feel- dear God, my body feels. It aches, twists, burns, red
hot in the pit of my belly, tongues of passion flicking me, lower,
deeper, faster- and then I see you.
You sit, quietly in a chair, facing me.
Your arms rest lightly on the armrests, posture excellent, as always.
Your shoulders are pressed back, those wonderful breasts of yours pushed up
and out, so full, round, your nipples beige, matching mine. That lopsided
grin is on your face, the one that means you've been watching, and you
wonder how far I'll go, now that I've seen you. I smile, my
inhibitions suddenly gone, confident in my decision to explore with
you. My nipples are evident through my thin tank top, pressing
out, protruding, straining in their confinements. My skin shows between the
hem of my shirt and my panties, twisting around my body, my white thong
tight, cupping me, dividing the globes of my ass, rubbing against my skin, a
constant reminder of where they cover.and where they don't. I spread my
legs, my eyes are on you. I run a slow hand down the trail of my
body, experimentally, between my breasts, lower- lower. my
eyebrows arched, daring you. You smile again, I can see how entranced
you are. You scoot lower in your chair, your thighs spreading, your
already naked body luminescent in the crisp moonlight that shines through
the window. You are so beautiful tonight, and my body arches toward you,
yearning for you, to feel your smooth skin against mine, to touch your
hair, your face,.. I want to run my hands along your body, to feel you
against me, to spread the electricity that is coursing inside me.
I can see the conflict in your posture;
your nervousness that had previously mirrored mine. Should you stay seated?
Can you really do this? Do you really WANT this? . at least that
question is answered for you, I can see your cunt wet already. I
smile, seeing your thoughts, observing your apprehension, yet- You cannot
bear to look away. You want me, and we both know it. It's as obvious as a
flashing neon sign, and my lips curl upwards with the irony of it all. I
spread wider, my panties pressing tight against my cunt, splitting me, my
lips clearly outlined. My hips roll, circle, arching off the bed. "Come
to me.", I whisper, and you stand, sliding on the side of the mattress,
your knee bending me forward enough so my side rubs against you.
You're apprehensive, so you lay on your side beside me, our legs
touching, my toes sliding against your foot. Your silhouette is beautiful,
your hip rising, waist dipping inward, so smooth, so. feminine. I can't
resist you any longer. you've been in my head for months, and I need you, I
need to sate the curiosity that has taken residence between my legs.
I lean toward you, our faces inches apart, my breath caressing your
skin, the moment crackling with tension. I want to kiss you. My lips touch
yours, feather soft, warm, supple against mine. This is perfect, just
how I imagined it would be in the countless fantasies I've had to sustain
me. I press harder, my hand moving to cup the back of your head,
fingers running through your hair, my mouth opening slightly. I slide my
tongue gently against your lips, tasting you, flicking over your gums,
your inner cheeks. I can hear you moan as I slide my body against yours,
laying against you, my torso pressing your thighs apart. I undulate slowly
against you, our bodies hot and smooth, taunt with passion and arousal.
Tongues consuming, overtaking, my hands running down your body, cupping your
tits, squeezing your nipples that are so whorishly pressing into my palms. I
whimper as you arch against me, rubbing, our breath short and heavy, my long
red hair falling to tickle your throat.
I can feel your fingers against my
back, pulling my tank up and over my shoulders, my round pale breasts
springing free to caress your skin. The touch of breast flesh on like is
enough to make me shudder. I stop to briefly marvel at the sheer satin
feel of it all, the delicious copulation of two animals, the basest form of
physical pleasure and satisfaction. I groan again, lust crazed and needy,
before burying my face between your tits and pressing them together against
me, inhaling you, feeling your skin surrounding me. I grin up at you, your
eyes wide, and kiss down your belly, once again awestruck by the texture,
the softness of you. I laugh quietly as I feel your hips circling, your
naked lips swollen and flushed with desire. My lips trail down your body
slowly, teasing you, so warm, wet and smooth against your belly. my tongue
flicking over your navel, lower still. I can see you raised on your elbows,
trying to watch my descent down the creamy expanse of your tummy, your face
red- I wonder if it's with passion or with the embarrassment of
the need you feel for me. I could make you beg, and you'd love it. You'd
love for me to force you to vocalize these dark desires you have for me,
these cravings for my flesh.
My mouth feasts on your cunt, spreading
your lips and burying my face inside your hot, moist center without
ceremony, concentrating only on what I want, how I want to taste you.
I lick the length of your slit, tasting you, inhaling your smell, my
head nuzzling between your legs, face in your crotch. I grab your hips as
you start to grind them against me, holding you firmly down into the
mattress, your cunt lips spread wide, oozing and smearing my face with the
evidence of your desire. You're panting, groaning, writhing beneath my
hungry, eager mouth. I stop, suddenly, with you just on the brink and laugh,
a little sadistically. Perhaps I do have it in me, after all.
I pull my clothes completely off my body and stand, moving by
instinct, walking around the bed to the head of it. I pull out a delicious
red rope, smiling a women's secret smile. I'm binding your wrists together,
then moving your arms above your head to tie to the headboard. I know how
you ache for this, I know how terribly you need me. I scrape my nails down
the exposed underside of your arms, past your armpits, the swell of your
breasts, down your side and back up your belly again, scratching your
nipples. You jump under my touch, nipples hard knobs against my hands,
pulling them gently, leaning my mouth to suck upon them impulsively, my
hands teasing your pussy, my thumb rolling against your clit. After being
properly aroused and bothered, I spread your legs wide, securing your ankles
tightly to the bedposts, the air caressing, tickling that wet, hot cunt of
The fact that you want me so
desperately is tantalizing erotic, the way your cunt is opened, pink and
wet, flowered and begging for me to taste you again, to make you cum. I know
how you need by now, I know the desperate way your body moves, your sighs
hungry on parted, swollen lips. Your hair is all tousled and your eyes are
lust heavy. You seem to be literally drunk off of me, how interesting. And
now, with you tied up and helpless, I'm completely free to do whatever I
want, to satisfy my curiosity about the female body.
Back to your cunt. I'm drawn there, the
center of your body, the utterly mysterious, somehow magical power point
that oozes virility, femininity and sexuality. Gorgeous, sacred beyond
words, so smooth, bare and soft against my lips. I'm feeding on you, sucking
your most intimate self inside my mouth, flicking, licking, prodding. What a
personal act oral sex is, how close you get, open and so exposed, showing
exactly who you are.
The noises are almost enough to drive
us over the edge. Can you hear me between your legs? My moans of
satisfaction, your breathy pants of bliss, your sloshing, drippy cunt, my
tongue, groans. faster, harder, more insistent, driving you closer, higher,
that hot, primal feeling coiling, sliding, being unleashed from your belly.
I grip your thighs with my fingers,
kneading your flesh, spreading you even wider, my face immersed in your
pussy. You cum, suddenly, bucking wildly against the ropes, your head
thrashing, tits bouncing, hips thrusting. and through it all, I hold tight,
amazed at the succulent reactions that I produced. When you calm, I raise my
head and rest it on your belly, licking my lips. I must say, my initiation
is worth a repeat performance.