Tease

In my continued efforts to further tempt and tease you, I dug out my brown suede leather belt this afternoon…I sit here now with it draped across my neck for inspiration, smooth side to my skin, suede side out so that I might smell the leather and feel it against my skin as I write to you…I actually have it cinched around my left wrist right now, feeling the weight of it on my wrist and across the back of my neck…when I put my head back, it pulls against my wrist and I can just imagine how it’s going to feel on you.

Imagine this….a luxuriously soft cotton terry strip tied to your left wrist, the other end tied to mine. Your right wrist is bound to the bed post with a soft pliable, brown suede leather strap, with the buckle still on it so that it could tied and cinched to your wrist and to the bed post. You are now tied securely but with about a foot or more of roaming around room, so you are not “tied” down into a fixed position. I want you to have a little freedom with your movement…you are tied to the bed on your right and tied to me on your left…But you are restrained in one way at least – I have asked you not to speak at all during this encounter and you have agreed to respect my wishes.

Imagine the soft smoothness of a blindfold against your eyes…now only cool blackness surrounds you…the air is silent except for your ragged breathing, the throbbing pound of your heart is one that only you can hear in your ears as a muffled roar.

Now out of the cool blackness, a single icy drop of liquid splashes upon your right nipple and I hear you suck in your breath and you wait…poised for more…but nothing follows…for a moment…the anticipation is making your breathing become more uneven.

And from the cool blackness comes a different sensation…a single drop of warmth caresses your left nipple, an oozing warm sensation that slowly crawls…down…your nipple, easing along so slowly, so warm, oozing, leaving a warm trail that you can feel…can you feel it?

Now finally, you feel my finger scooping up the warmth…and then, you feel my finger tracing your lips and you can feel the warmth that I’ve spread on your bottom lip and your tongue just has to know what it is, this warmth, and it’s so sweet, it actually takes a moment to register, because your senses are so alert now, tingling actually, but your brain sends back the message to your tongue, to your taste buds, honey, warm delicious orange blossom honey…but by now, your tongue has devoured it all, there’s no more, only that single drop, no matter how much your tongue searches your lip, there’s no more and the warmth has diminished from your nipple as well…leaving just a slight chill where the air has forced your nipple to rise….in anticipation.

You suddenly tug with your left arm, trying to pull me closer to you, but I am firm in my clasp on the strap and you are powerless to draw me to you…your bottom lip begins to pout and I take the opportunity to lean over you and gently tug your bottom lip in between my lips and suck on it. You eagerly try to rise to meet me and devour me back but the leather on your right wrist halts your movement toward me and I have pulled back out of your reach. You start to protest but I silence you with a kiss, a strong passionate kiss that leaves me breathing deep and leaves you wanting more. But again I have pulled back.

…another drop of warm honey hits you, right below your navel and is instantly followed by another drop and another drop and another drop as I make a dripping trail down, down, down, stopping just above your mons…the warm honey is starting to move as your body trembles a little more with each drop. You feel my tongue as I start to lick the honey from your stomach, inching lick by lick downward…my mouth is so full of warm sweetness right now and I move slightly back up and gently put my mouth on first your left nipple and tease you with my warm tongue and then on your right nipple…you can feel the warm thick softness of the honey in my mouth and I lean back up to kiss you again, letting you lick my lips, tasting the honey on me that was on you.

You have started to struggle against the straps again and, this time, I release you as I can take no more of the teasing because I want to feel your hands on my body just as much as you want to put them on my body…I lean over and remove the blindfold as well, kissing each eyelid, and you pull me to you and kiss me so passionately that I fall in love with you all over again.

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Boston Bound

As I walked out of the plane, I knew I was walking into an unknown situation.  I had read my love’s emails a hundred times.  The instructions were very specific.  My heart started to pound a little at just the thought of her and what she might have planned.  With my overnight bag in my hand, I paused inside the terminal and leaned against the wall.  Closing  my eyes for a brief moment, I imagined what she might do to me and I instantly felt a little weak in my knees and I knew I had better start walking a little faster because someone was waiting for me in another part of Boston.

      My love was very exact.  I was to hail a cab and give him an address in the South End of Boston, a location I had never been to.  I was to arrive at a certain time, not before and definitely not late.  Timing was very important apparently.  She had told me to find a bench and she would find me.  My heart had started racing again at the very thought of what she might be planning for our ‘continued exploration’, as we liked to call it.

      I didn’t hear her approach, but rather her voice simply appeared next to my ear, “Hi there, cutie”.  She always knew how to make me blush instantly.  I stood up and there she was, just like I remembered her, incredibly tall and beautiful in jeans, boots, and a black silk shirt that tied at the waist, and, of course, wearing a really big smile that made me melt inside.  My eyes couldn’t help but note the sash tied around her slender waist and I blushed again, remembering the last time I had saw that sash or rather, used that sash.  Her eyes followed the direction of my gaze and she grinned as she linked her arm in my arm and steered me towards the apartment building she lived in.  “Oh,  we are going to have such a good time”, she laughed teasingly as she said these words into my ear.  Oh my, I thought, it was indeed going to be a promising and wonderful weekend.

     We took the stairs up to the second floor and she led the way down the hall, my eyes following the swish of her ass with every step.  God, that woman drives me insane with desire.  I find myself getting those little tingles again.  She stopped before a massive door and glanced back at me, smiling from ear to ear.  “Close your eyes”, she said, her voice suddenly a little huskier than before.  It wasn’t to be the last time I would hear those words said in that order with that voice during this long October weekend.  “I want to surprise you”, she finished and took my bag from my hand.  I dutifully closed my eyes tightly and I heard her keys hit the lock of the door.  “Stand very still.  I will be right back.  No peeking, and I mean it”.  The tingles had hit full time inside my panties.  What was she up to, I couldn’t help but wonder.

      A few minutes went by and I wondered if she was making me wait on purpose, to heighten my anticipation.  It was definitely working.  I felt a whoosh of air suddenly and knew the door had opened back up.  I felt her step closer to me but she didn’t say a word.  I wondered if she was checking to see if I had kept my promise of ‘no peeking’.  I had, completely.  I felt her fingers on my hand and I instinctively grabbed for her fingers, interlocking them with mine.  She said, “Welcome to my home, babe.  You can open your eyes now.”  I stepped forward and into her apartment, knowing as I did so that my life was about to change forever.

      The next few hours were a whirlwind of meeting her dogs and getting my absolute fill of ‘dog loving’ coupled with a tour of her apartment.  Everything was beautiful and she was beaming from ear to ear just as much as I’m sure I was.  All the excitement of a ‘new person’ in the house wore the dogs out eventually and soon enough their snores from the couch were all we could hear.  My love had disappeared as I sat resting, and she suddenly appeared in the doorway of her bedroom with a “Psst, c’mere” and a quick duck back out of sight as soon as my head turned in that direction.  I got up, stretched, and walked to her room.  A moment before I would’ve reached the doorway, I heard, “Close your eyes”.  I did as I was told immediately.

      “Strip off your clothes, please”, is what I heard next.  “And do keep your eyes closed, babe.”  I was almost trembling inside my skin, as her voice had that edge to it again.  I did as I was instructed and I felt her beside me, taking my clothes from me.  She took my arm and led me to the bed and asked me lie down and ‘assume the position’.  I knew instantly what she wanted and I obeyed, spreading my legs apart as far as I could and raising my hands above my head, together, with my fingers interlaced, left palm to right back.  I felt her tying my hands to the top of her bed and then each ankle was placed in a tie as well, allowing me a little freedom of a few inches but my hands were pretty tightly bound.  “You may open your eyes now”.

      As I did so, my eyes tried to take in everything that I saw at once.  The soft glow from the burning candles casting faint dancing shadows, and my love…radiant and beautiful in a black lace teddy that accentuated her very curvy body.  God knows, I love that woman’s hips!  She was standing at the foot of the bed, with her hands on the footboard.  “Welcome to my home and a weekend you will never forget.”  I shivered a little in spite of myself.  She must have saw the tremor run through me for she smiled a little wickedly and I could see a twinkle in her eyes.  “Do you like what you see?”, she asked and I nodded vigorously.  “Good, because you won’t be able to see me again until I allow you to see me”, and, as she said that, the black sash from her silk blouse appeared in her hands and she stepped around the end of the bed toward me.

Leaning over me, she looked into my eyes and asked me one more question, “Do you trust me, babe?”  Yes,  was all I could whisper, my voice having been lost the moment I saw her gorgeous body in that outfit.  “Good” was all she said and then she kissed me, passionately, deeply, and lingering, nibbling softly at my bottom lip as she withdrew.  “I love you”, and with those words, she tied the sash around my head.  “I love you, too”, I whispered into the blackness that now surrounded me in the crisp of the night air.

Snack Time

I want your Pusssee

full of Vitamin-C

sex you up, throw you down

Fuck that pussy, without a sound

You can scream when I tell you to,

not before, and not too soon

I’m the bitch in charge of you,

I know you like it; it’s what I do.

Pull your hair, put you on your knees,

look up at me, and just say please.

Crawl across the bed to me

Let your titties be nice and free

I know right now you’re soaking wet

It ain’t spit, and it ain’t sweat

It’s that sweet cum –

layers thick upon my tongue.

I’ll lick it good so your juices run….

SNACK TIME!

LUST

LUST.
The lust inside of me rages with a torrent,
succumbing to it builds me up,
lifts me higher until I’m free,
twisting in the wind,
and like a rainbow’s arc, so am I,
curved and colorful under
lust’s touch.

The lust inside of me consumes me,
devours my thoughts,
forces my legs apart,
pushes my hands down,
deeper, harder, faster, MORE.
More of you, more of me,
MORE, please.
The please is only the roots
of my raising showing through.
What I really want is
to be taken, again and again,
to be held, to be wanted,
to be desired
and used by lust, for lust, with lust.
Lust for me, please.

The lust inside of me creates
and burns, nothing is wrong,
everything is usable, viable,
comfortable, compatible,
just do it, just do me.
Fuck me, suck me,
make me, take me.
I want to feel you,
inside of me,
on top of me,
penetrating, recreating
again and again,
the lust inside of me.Image

The Road Ahead…

             Pulling out of the driveway, she adjusted the mirror and caught the last wave from the palm tree as a silent salute to her journey ahead.  Coming to a stop at the end of the road, she turned the car towards the north and pulled out into traffic.  She would need to put some miles underneath her before tonight’s sunset, although, to be certain, she had no idea where she was headed.  The road opened up in front of her and she pushed the pedal down another notch.

            The trunk of the old Chevy was filled with boxes of clothing, photographs, and mementos, in essence, her life, reduced to miniature square piles of cardboard.  Behind her, in the back seat, her laptop and medical books smiled back at her, buckled into the seat and covered with a quilt.  In the front floorboard, Rusty had settled down after circling several times and had curled up on top of another quilt to sleep.  The front seat held an atlas, Rusty’s leash, and a bottle of water for her and Rusty to share.  Sighing, wondering if this was indeed the right step, her foot answered the question by pushing the pedal down one more notch.

            Sundown found her a few states away and she pulled off the highway into a little town with a quaint name, somewhere in the middle of North Carolina.  A billboard a few miles back had boasted of “the best damn cup of coffee in the state!” and that sounded really good right now.  Following directions from the pointing finger of an old man at a service station, she pulled the Chevy up in front of a small cafe and shut the motor off.  Leaning her head back for several minutes, both her and the car breathed an audible sigh of relief.  Rusty’s tail thumped the floorboard and this brought her eyes open immediately.  A tall thin woman with dark hair was standing at the passenger window, waving at Rusty.  She looked friendly enough and Rusty seemed to like her.

            Opening the driver’s door, she stepped out onto the asphalt and looked over the top of the car, directly into the most beautiful set of eyes she had ever seen.  They were actually gold in color and, for a second, she was speechless.

        “Hi!”, the woman said.  “Can I help you with anything?”  She found her tongue and murmured something about a cup of coffee.  “Oh.  I’m sorry but I’m closed for the evening.  I just happened to be restocking and saw headlights out front.  I thought it was the pizza delivery guy, but I guess not!”  She laughed and her dulcet tones wafted across the space between them.

            “Just my luck”, she muttered under her breath.  “Well, hi anyway, and is it possible that Rusty could use your bathroom?  He’s a friendly guy, and my name’s Gina, by the way“, she said smiling her most disarming and charming smile.

          “Well, Gina, I’m Coll, this is my cafe and certainly Rusty can go around back where there are a few trees that a young man might like.  He is a beauty!”

           Gina was leashing Rusty and said, “Thank you.”  Shutting the car door, she said, “I admit I was really looking forward to what the sign said a few miles back.

         “What do you mean?”, Coll asked.

            “The best damn cup of coffee in the state exclamation point, I believe it said”, Gina replied, laughing.

         “Oh.  The City Council guys like me.  Don’t believe everything you read!”, Coll laughed.  “Although I suppose I could offer you a cup of leftover, if you don’t mind it nuked.  Free, of course.”  Her golden eyes sparkled and her smile was relaxed and friendly.

            Gina was definitely thirsty and definitely intrigued.  “Thanks.  Well, will you lead the way for Rusty?  He seems to be crossing his legs right now!”

          Coll laughed again and said, “Follow me, kind stranger, for I can but offer humble hospitality, warmed over coffee, and a tree to those in need.”  Gina followed her around the side of the little cafe.  She couldn’t help but notice the attractiveness of the woman and her swaying hips, and, for a moment, she blushed; she hadn’t felt an instant connection to another woman in years and she was definitely feeling one now.

            Rusty found his tree right away and marked it for his very own.  Coll had a small enclosed area that had obviously seen a few dogs and she offered for Rusty to stay in there loose or he could come inside if she preferred keeping him close to her.  Gina opted to let him stretch his legs for a bit and he seemed quite at home inside the little fenced in yard.  Setting out a bowl of water for him, Coll led the way and Gina followed her in through the back door of the Cafe.  Headlights were shining almost blindingly against the front windows and a teenage boy was knocking on the front door, peering in through the glass into the somewhat darkened interior, face plastered against the panes of the door.  “Oh sure, now he comes!  Hey, pizza boy, I just cleaned those windows!”, Coll said, and went to deal with him.  Gina looked around, spotted the ladies room, and headed for it.  She suddenly realized Rusty wasn’t the only one with crossed legs.

            Refreshing herself with some splashes of cool water to her face and running her fingers through her graying hair, Gina took stock of her appearance.  Jean shorts, sneakers, and a comfortable soft gray tee-shirt.  She sighed inwardly and thought, ‘this will just have to be good enough, so here goes nothing’.  Pushing the bathroom door open, she reentered the dining room to find Coll had set a table close to the kitchen door, with two paper plates, some napkins, two cups of steaming coffee, and the box of pizza from Mama Leoni’s.  “Hey, I figured that’s where you disappeared to.  Will you join me for some dins?  If you say yes, I won’t have to eat leftover pizza for two days, the one big drawback to living alone.”  Coll’s face was cheerful and inviting, and Gina found herself heading in that direction.

            “Thank you very much, if you’re sure I wouldn’t be intruding, although I really need to feed Rusty, too.  Can I go out through the front door, to my carRusty’s food is in the trunk.”

          “Oh, of course.  Let me get the lock for you.”  Coll strode to the door and unlocked it, holding it open with a flourish.

           Brushing past Coll, Gina said, “Thank you very much.  You really are too kind.”  Gina actually got a little tingle from their contact and she wondered at the other woman’s obvious kindness.  Was it possible that she felt a connection too or was she simply this kind to all strangers who showed up at sundown?  Gina hoped she would learn more as the evening progressed.

            Bending over to feed Rusty, Gina felt eyes upon her back and straightening up with a turn, found Coll holding the back door open for her.  “I thought I better keep an eye on you.  You never know who’s around at night“, Coll said to her.  Gina nodded, thinking to herself that she was indeed well protected around this woman.  This thought made her feel safe and warm.  As they headed back inside, Gina reached the dining area first and saw that everything was just as she had left it, with the exception of their coffee cups.  As if on cue, the microwave dinged and Coll walked up beside her.  “Sounds like the coffee’s hot again.  Let’s eat, Gina.  I don’t know about you, but I’m starving!

            Dinner was filled with small talk and Coll’s stories of local characters.  Gina found herself being charmed more and more by Coll and her funny anecdotes on life in the small town as compared to life in Boston where she had moved from a few years before.  Gina had settled into her chair as Coll talked, relaxing and enjoying Coll’s soothing voice.  Her eyes began to wander around the cafe.  Catching her eye were several small uniquely shaped glass bowls, which seemed to be filled with water and goldfish.  These were scattered throughout the place in a variety of locations.

            Following her gaze, Coll asked, “Would you like to see my babies?”  Gina nodded, curiosity filling her.  Walking over to one of the shelves, Coll took down what Gina assumed was a glass-blown bowl, containing a single fish.  He was bright red and looked up at them expectantly.

          “This is Theodore Roosevelt, or Teddy.  Teddy, meet Gina.”  Teddy’s mouth moved, like he was speaking.  Gina couldn’t help but laugh.

            Coll said, “I used to own a pet store, but I got tired of it and decided to try a coffee shop instead, so I took most of the stock home with me and a few“, she swung her arm to encompass the room, “came here, but only the betas because they don’t need air tanks or anything.  I brought them in to entertain the children mostly, as children don’t always do well in a coffee shop but, when they come here, visiting the presidents is a treat, so they are usually as good as gold.  I figure if nothing else, they can learn a little about the history of our nation.

            As Coll sat Teddy back on his shelf, Gina noticed an index card next to him, with his name on it and a brief biography of President Roosevelt.  Coll continued to walk as she talked, and gestured toward a bright blue beta on a shelf, “That’s Bill Clinton.”  Gina laughed out loud.  She couldn’t help it.  The idea was sheer genius.

          “There’s Abraham Lincoln over there, or Honest Abe, as I call him.  Further along you will find, John Quincy Adams, John F. Kennedy, Harry S. Truman, and finally, Grover Cleveland.”

            Gina found herself beaming from ear to ear.

          “What?“, Coll asked.

          “Nothing.  Well, you are amazing, actually.  All of this is simply amazing.  The fish, your cafe, your hospitality, you in general, I guess.  I think you are just amazing.  Maybe you should write a book.”

         Coll laughed, “You aren’t the first one to say so.  Come on, I have some chocolate chip cookies that are still warm in the back.  Let’s have a couple to top off that pizza.”  Gina followed her to the kitchen, and again her gaze couldn’t help but notice Coll’s swaying derriere in front of her.

            As Coll reached across the counter to pull the still-warm cookie sheet toward them, Gina stepped quickly behind her, put her hands on Coll’s hips, and spun her body around toward her. 

        “Hey!  What the….”  Coll’s voice trailed off as they stood now face to face. 

        Gina said quietly, “I want to kiss you.  I have almost from the first moment we met.”  Coll looked her directly in the eyes for a moment and then, placing her hands on Gina’s face, leaned in and kissed her.  The kiss was soft and passionate at the same time.  As they pulled back from each other, Coll suddenly scooped Gina up and sat her quickly, in one smooth move, right onto the empty kitchen counter.

       “Well, what a coincidence.  Because I have wanted to make love to you from almost the moment I met you.”  Having said that, she began to pull Gina’s shorts from her body.

       Gina stopped her.  “Not here.  Not the first time.” 

       Coll looked at her and nodded.  “Okay.  I like that you’re already planning a second time.  Let’s go back to my house.  I don’t live too far and Rusty can come with us.”  Gina nodded and Coll began to straighten the kitchen back up, putting away the cookies, throwing away the pizza box, and rinsing out the coffee cups.  Gina followed her out back to get Rusty, while Coll locked the cafe up and turned off the lights. 

       We should take my car, though.  I don’t want to leave it here; it contains my whole life at this point.”

            The ride to Coll’s house was quick and simple.  Rusty was left in a fenced in pen again, much to his delight after being cooped up in the car for a day.  Gina followed Coll inside.  As Gina closed the door behind her, Coll turned suddenly and pinned Gina up against the door, grabbing both of her arms and putting them above Gina’s head rather quickly.  Gina’s eyes showed her momentary surprise but, when Coll began kissing and biting her neck, Gina did not protest.  She loved the sudden feeling of constraint and she loved Coll being in control.  Coll’s teeth found her shoulders next and then, pulling her shirt up, found her breasts.  Still holding her arms above her head with her right hand, Coll’s left hand had freed Gina’s breasts.

            Pausing to look Gina in the eyes for a moment, Coll’s head went back to Gina’s nipples and her teeth began gently nipping first one and then the other, tugging on them, sucking on them, nibbling and rolling them under her tongue.  Gina’s pleasure was evident in the sounds coming from her mouth.  Her eyes were closed and she had, in essence, melted against the door.  Coll’s hand on her arms kept her upright and, for a moment, she struggled to free her arms but Coll’s grip grew even tighter, delighting Gina in a way she didn’t understand but definitely enjoyed.

            Suddenly Coll lifted her mouth from Gina’s nipples and, reaching into the drawer of a small table to the right of the door, Coll pulled out a set of handcuffs.  Taking the key from them, she showed it to Gina and then put it into her pocket.  Gina never said a word, only watched with widened eyes as Coll then handcuffed her hands together, hanging the cuffs across a nail near the top of the door.  This left Gina’s arms in virtually the same position but with a little bit of wiggle room and it left both of Coll’s hands free.  She smiled at Gina and then, placing her hands on her cheeks, kissed her, softly at first, mouth closed and then gently biting her lips, sucking Gina’s bottom lip into her mouth, and then sucking on her tongue.
Gina loved how Coll kissed.  The other woman’s passion was unmatched with anything Gina had ever experienced before and she loved this feeling of Coll being in control of her body.  Never had a woman excited her so quickly before.  Gina couldn’t believe how wet she knew she was getting and she couldn’t wait to see what was to follow.

I love rock-n-roll

    She held her favorite guitar in her strong hands and suddenly it flashed through my mind that I might be jealous of her guitar at that exact moment.  I shook my head to clear out such nonsensical thoughts.  I wanted her hands exactly where they were, occupied.  I wanted her to watch me but not touch me, at least not yet.  I was planning on making that very tempting, though.

      I had tied her legs to the wooden chair she sat in and she had watched me do this with a smile playing around the corners of her golden eyes but she never said a word.  I knew she might be tempted to get up and I wanted that option to be removed from the realm of possibilities.  She knew the rules, even though I wanted to be certain she understood them again.  If she quit playing, so did I, and my game didn’t involve music.

      I had positioned the chair at the foot of the bed to allow her a perfect view of ‘the festivities’, shall we say.  Her knees were touching the end of the bed, actually.  I crawled onto the bed now and arranged my body so that my feet were touching her knees.  I wanted her to feel me and I wanted to be close enough for her to see really well but just out of the reach of arm’s length for touching.  Perfect position, I thought.

      Spreading my legs wide open, I heard her draw her breath in.  She must have been able to see how wet I was for her.  Even without touching, I was positive I was soaking wet and my wetness must have glistened in my soft curls.  I looked at her face, seeing the want evident there, and said softly, “Will you please play a song for me, my love?”  Her eyes met mine and the look hung between us for a moment.  She wanted me, that much was evident on her face, and I wanted her to want me even more.

      Her fingers started to softly pick out chords and I could hear the music starting to flow out of her.  I moved my right hand to my clit as my left hand moved up to caress my left nipple.  I heard her breathing catch in her throat and her fingers faltered on a note.  I stopped moving my hands and laid very still.  She began to strum the strings again, and I knew the torment she was feeling inside for I had felt it only the day before as I watched her with her vibrator while I was tied to her bed.

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      I continued to stroke my hardness and she continued to play, our movements matching one another.  I stroked faster and she played her guitar harder, I rocked my body and she rocked the room, I pushed my feet against her knees as I came and I felt her pushing back, her voice rising with mine.  After lying flat for a few minutes, staring at her ceiling, neither of us saying a word, I eased my shoulders up to look at her.  I knew instantly that she had came when I came, for the crotch of her jeans was soaking wet.  God, I love this woman, I thought to myself.  She’s absolutely perfect for me.  Of course, I could never tell her that, so I simply looked at her and said, “Thank you, babe.  Now, let’s get you untied, shall we?  And, by the way, I love it when you play rock-n-roll.

Lie To Me.

Lie to me.

Tell me you hate the leather.

Tell me you hate the smell,

and the feel of it against your skin.

Tell me you hate pulling against the cuffs,

and the strain in the wooden headboard as you struggle.

Lie to me!

Tell me you don’t love my hair,

trailing between your legs,

teasing your thighs.

Tell me you’re not trying desperately

to see under the blindfold.

Tell me you’re not trying to imagine

just where my tongue will go next.

Lie to me!

Tell me you wish I would stop.

Tell me you don’t want me

to lick you there,

or there,

or there.

Tell me how my breath

on the back of your knees

doesn’t turn you on.

Tell you don’t want to feel my fingers

on your nipples,

pinching,

pulling,

harder

and then,

yes,

just

a little bit

harder.

Lie to me!

Tell me you didn’t just catch

your breath in your throat.

Lie to me!

Tell me how my teeth

on your neck

doesn’t make you wetter.

Lie to me!

Tell me my kisses are too wet.

Tell me my touches are all wrong.

Tell me you don’t secretly enjoy

my tongue in your ears,

my tongue circling your clit,

my tongue licking across your ass.

Tell me you don’t want me more now

than you did two minutes ago!

Tell me you’re not thinking about me,

about making love to me.

Tell me you don’t want me,

in your mouth,

under your hands,

between your teeth.

Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you,

hard,

right now.

Lie to me!

Tell me you don’t want to cum in my mouth.

Tell me you don’t want me to lick your wetness,

the wetness I created!

Tell me that you don’t want me to pull

that wetness up,

up,

up,

up and over your clit,

again and again,

until you cum for me.

Tell me you don’t want me

to touch you just like that!

Lie to me

as you scream my name.

Honey Love.

  Waking up this morning, I find my hands are tied together above my head.  I strain to see where you are for surely it must be you who has bound me so.  I can hear you in another part of the house, and I wonder what devilment you are up to out of my line of sight.  I hear the tea kettle begin to whistle and I sag a little in the restraints for I know now, or at least I suspect, what your wonderful mind has been dreaming up.  I am suddenly aware that my ankles are tied also and I realize that I am spread eagle on the bed, and in my birthday suit. 

      You appear in the doorway, leaning nonchalantly against the frame, with nothing on but a smile and your boots.  I love your boots and have from the first moment you appeared in them in my driveway.  I love the sound of you walking in them, that hollow click of heels on pavement or wooden floors and the echoes they make in the cool evening air.  I love how confidently you stride in them, how suddenly more erect your stature becomes when you are wearing them.  When you first told me that you wore cowboy boots, I remember smirking, finding this inwardly mildly amusing…well, that is until you showed up in them, and forever smeared my faint smirk into a huge smile of delight and awe.  It takes a certain woman, a strong, independent, confident woman to wear cowboy boots and you certainly wear them well and you certainly do them justice.  You have definitely shattered every illusion slash misconception that I ever had about ‘cowboy boots’. 

      I am jolted back to the present as you clear your throat and take a sip of your hot Earl Grey.  My mind is already imagining how hot your mouth is going to be and I wonder where you will place the first lick. 

      You are watching me with amusement, I can see this in the twinkle of your eyes, as you survey me, tied to the bed, waiting for you.  And I wonder what you are thinking as your eyes drink me in.  I know how you love to tease me so I am certain you are thinking of something delicious to do to me, knowing that I cannot get free to stop you…not that I would stop you anyway, for I love the delightful ways you tease me, even though I may say I don’t.  There is something in the way your eyes penetrate me that always makes me blush, always arouses me, and always makes my heart skip a beat.  You have a look that can strip away my clothes, even when we are sitting in public, and I simply adore that look and the prickly heat tingles it gives me, down there

      No words have passed between us this morning, and sometimes I feel, if there were never words, we would still communicate volumes for we seem to know each other’s mind at times.  You disappear from the doorway and I hear you in the kitchen again.  ‘What are you up to, my love‘, I find myself wondering.  You suddenly appear again, this time holding something behind your back and I find myself a little anxious…the not-knowing is causing those tingles to resurface between my legs and I feel my nipples starting to perk up and harden as well.  I test my restraints but you have definitely thoroughly tied me and there is no moving beyond an inch or two.  You have noticed my brief struggle and I get a sharp warning look from your eyes, which have become a little darker than their usual tiger’s eye gold.  I know not to go too far in my struggles, for I have no wish to incur your ire.

      You have turned your back to me and I cannot see what you are doing but I see your muscles bulge a little in your arms and my mind begins racing.  I hear the sound of a jar lid being released with a little ‘pop’ and I wonder what you have in your hands.  You turn around and I can plainly see that you are holding a jar of honey in a kitchen towel.  You dip your finger into the jar and rub your fingertip across my lips, looking into my eyes intensely, even a little expectantly, as you do so.  I am instantly aware that the honey is very warm and I can see now what you were up to, warming the honey in a bowl of hot water…very clever.  Expecting drops of warm honey to fall onto my nipples, I raise my back up off of the bed, straining toward you, but you have other thoughts on your mind apparently. 

      Instead of dripping the warm honey onto my upraised breasts, you drizzle it instead across your chest and a gasp escapes from my throat.  You have indeed surprised me and I watch as you tease me, tracing your fingers through the thick honey as I watch it run very slowly down your body, your hands easily scooping it back up, and caressing both breasts with handfuls of warm honey.  You have closed your eyes and thrown your head back, thoroughly enjoying the show you are putting on for me.  I can hear you starting to moan a little as you rub the warm honey all over your breasts and stomach and along your clavicles.  I can see your fingers tweaking your nipples and I can only imagine how good that feels.  Little moans are coming out of your throat and I find my own breathing becoming even more erratic as I try to struggle to get to you, a feat I cannot accomplish although you are only inches out of my reach.

      You lean over me and place your right breast in my mouth and I start sucking on you like some kind of crazed madman, wanting you so bad, that I have to force myself to slow down and not bite at you too hard.  You pull back slightly so that your nipple almost pops out of my mouth and then you brush your nipple across my lips, teasing me, keeping it just out of reach, just far enough away that I am straining to lick at you.  You then offer me your left breast, just enough so that I can lick the honey but not enough to pull you into my mouth.  Your eyes warn me to go easy and I find myself staring into those eyes while my tongue darts across your honey-covered nipple, feeling it growing even harder until the gentle playful tease of my tongue.  You then rub your breasts and your nipples across my face, teasing me further, smearing my face with honey in the process.  You lean down and lick my cheek and I strain toward you to try and capture your mouth to kiss you but you pull back, again silently warning me with your eyes to remain still.  It is sweet torture to lie still while you lick the honey from my face.

      Tilting the honey jar up, you pour the rest of the warm honey down the front of you, watching my face while you do so.  You love seeing me squirm and, oh boy, am I squirming, straining to get to you, wanting you in my mouth more and more with each passing second.  When you have emptied the jar and the thick warm honey is oozing down your front, you lie on top of me and rub your body all over me, coating me as well.  And then you begin to kiss me, softly, gently, and then harder as I want you more and more.  The passion continues to intensify between us as you slip between my legs and begin to grind your hips into me while you rub my breasts with your honey-covered hands, pinching my nipples gently, feeling me arching toward you, as you fuck me harder and harder.

     I feel you untying my hands, and instantly I am pulling you close to my body, holding onto you tightly, loving the feeling of the warm honey sticking us together.  You begin to kiss my neck, licking the honey from my skin.  I am already licking your clavicles, nibbling at your skin, wanting you in my mouth.  I love the way you grind into me, making me feel you so deep inside of me.  You lock eyes with me, smiling, and I feel the intense love between us. 

      Almost two hours have passed since I awoke tied up in bed and yet, not one word has been spoken by either of us at this point.  Your eyes, though, speak to me.  My hands find their way to your hair and I am pulling you to me, pulling your mouth to my breasts, wanting to feel that warmth around my sticky nipples and you silently concede, licking me at first, nipping at my skin with your teeth, and then sucking me into your mouth, your tongue driving me mad with desire, and I hear a cry erupt from my throat that sounds half-animal and I know you are pushing me toward the edge once again.  You begin to buck against me faster, driving your hips into me harder, and I feel myself losing control in your arms.

      I collapse under your body, convulsing wildly against you, while you hold me tightly to your chest, murmuring Iloveyou’s into my neck, your lips tickling my skin.  You move down my body even though you have to pry yourself from my arms as I don’t want you to move, but you are only freeing my ankles, which I had forgotten were still tied.  You rub the creases made by the ties, and my struggle against them.  I feel the skin tingling in my ankles now, where they had “went to sleep”, and I feel you kissing my ankles, then moving back up my body, kissing me on the lips and then you speak the first words of the day, telling me how sorry you are about my ankles, but I am instantly shushing you with kisses, for I regret not one second of our morning’s sweet pleasures…

Gotta Love Hiking

          Deciding to hike up into the mountains was a good move, I thought to myself, as I glanced up ahead of me, taking in the curvaceous picture in front of me…my love’s ‘butt’, to be precise.  Of course, she had taken the lead, being a much more agile climber than I am and somewhat more experienced as well.  She stood stopped ahead of me, and I eased up beside her to rest for a moment and catch my breath.  She looked at me and grinned, and then brushed a pine needle off of the back of my shoulder where the sap had caused it to stick to my shirt.  The spring sun was not too hot and I remember thinking that we had chosen an excellent weekend for this outing with no rain in the forecast and just a light breeze drifting over us. 

            “Hey, babe.  Wanna take a little rest before we continue on up?”, Coll asked, looking at me with a slight smile on the curve of her lips.  “Sure” came my ready answer.  Untying a windbreaker from around her waist, she spread it out and we plopped down beneath the shade of a pine tree.  The view was magnificent.  We were about halfway up a ridge and you could smell the juniper bushes and see an occasional flash of red as cardinals darted along looking for berries.  I was just about to remark that the day couldn’t get any better when I felt Coll’s hand on my arm.  Turning toward her, I found myself face to face with this beautiful woman that I had come to adore so much.  “Hi, cutie.”, she said huskily and leaned over to meet my lips with hers.  As I melted onto her mouth, I had a feeling the day was about to get even better. 

            As I felt my love start to pull on my bottom lip with her teeth, I felt my breathing change.  She always knew exactly what to do to turn me on instantly.  With her arms around me, pulling me closer to her, I slipped my arms around her neck and kissed her back just as passionately.  I knew my panties were starting to get wet.  Untangling my arms, I reached for the button on her jeans but she stopped me.  “Lie back, peanut, I want to make love to you.”  My heart felt like it stopped for a moment as I felt her unbutton my jeans and begin to tug them off of my legs.  Pulling her down on top of me, I felt her fingers tracing along my sides and along my stomach and then slipping into my panties, so tenderly and swiftly, and then she was inside of me, gliding her finger in and out of me, with her teeth on my neck.  I loved the way she loved me.

            Wrapping my arms around her, I held her tightly to my body and we rocked together, with her finger touching my G-spot on every stroke, making me cum several times until finally I clamped my legs around her arm to stop her motion.  She pulled her mouth from my neck and kissed me softly, tenderly, teasingly, looking into my eyes as she did so.  I loved the golden brown of her eyes and I suddenly pulled her even tighter to my body, pinning her arms between us, and wrapped my legs around hers so that she was pinned good and tight against me.  She looked at me and her eyes grew a little wider.  “Shhh…it’s okay.“, I said, practically mouthing the words so that she would bring her head back closer to my mouth.  She struggled for a minute against my arms but, in this position, I was easily the strongest at that moment.

            Whispering in her ear, with my lips barely caressing her ear as I spoke, my words were deliberate, calm, and quiet as I slowly enunciated each word.  “I love how you fucked me, Coll, and right now I am thinking about how wet you are.  In a few minutes, I am going to ease myself between your legs and lick you until you cum all over my face.  I am going to run my tongue all around your clit and then dip it into that wonderful wetness, drawing it up, up, up, up, and over your clit.” 

            I paused, listening to how her breathing had changed, becoming more ragged and shallow, enjoying the tightness of her body against mine, delighting in how her arms had briefly and futilely struggled against mine.  I felt her sag against me a little, until my tongue found its way into her ear and I licked inside of her, becoming wetter myself as she once again struggled in my arms.  “That’s it, struggle, little one.  Because it won’t matter.  I want to lick you.  I want to suck your clit into my mouth.  I want to lick your wetness up with my tongue.”  Gasps were coming from her mouth now and I knew how soaking wet she was becoming.  What a wonderful day in the mountains this was turning out to be! 

            The more I licked, sucked, and nibbled on her ear, the more she struggled in my arms, until we were both breathing hard, and then I suddenly stopped and instead started kissing her gently on the ear lobe, behind her ear, finally her neck, and slowly loosening my hold on her, murmuring, “shh…shhh…” the whole time I was disentangling our limbs.  By the time I had completely let go of her body, she was instead holding onto me, kissing my neck, and I knew in that instant how much both of us loved this little game and each other. 

            Rolling her over off of me, and looking her in the eyes as I did so, I slowly unbuckled her belt, and eased her zipper down.  Tugging on her pants, her panties came down too and tiny red curls peeked up at me, covering her with a downy soft layer of the softest hair I have ever felt.  I couldn’t help but kiss those curls, moving my face back and forth to feel them on my cheeks.  Her body trembled beneath my touch and I realized how I must be torturing her, for I knew she was soaking wet.  I finished pulling her jeans off and then positioned myself between her legs.  She was glistening all over, shining like there were sprinkles of crushed diamonds covering her…and I leaned forward, kissing her wetness, and then devilishly rubbing my face across her, wetting my cheeks and delighting in the very naughtiness of this act. 

            A shiver went through my body now, as I could feel her wetness, drying on my face in the spring breeze.  I suddenly wanted to taste her and I tenderly spread her open and dipped my tongue inside of her warm wet sticky center.  She was so sweet smelling and I continued to lick her clean freshness, over and over, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her hands in my hair, the sounds of her moans starting to echo across the mountainside, and the sexy way she moved underneath my tongue. 

            Making love to Coll always made me feel good.  Hearing the ecstasy in her voice, and knowing that I was the one giving her that joy really made me feel good.  She was by and far the best lover I had ever had in my life.  Grinding against my mouth now, I felt her muscles tightening up, wanting that release, and I sucked her clit into my mouth, tickling that little button with my tongue, and I was rewarded with the sounds of her cumming, and the feel of her grinding against my mouth, pulling my face as close to her as I could get and feeling her cum on my tongue.  I love going hiking!

Rent Me Something.

The camera I had installed in the office of the rental agency was certainly paying off for me today.  Originally intended for security purposes, today it was showing me a side of one of my employees that I had never seen before.  Teresa was a very professional young woman, in her mid-20s and a good addition to our office.  She was very friendly but always maintained an air of confident professionalism.  Today, however, on this hot late Spring day, she was anything but professional. 
          Teresa’s short brown-streaked hair was soaked with sweat as our air-conditioning had taken the day off.  The rest of the office was missing for various reasons and she was alone at her desk.  The summer is very slow at times and sometimes the office staff will duck out early.  Today was no exception except, for some reason today, Teresa seemed a little distracted.  I knew she thought she was alone in the office when I saw her kick off her black suede heels and then proceeded to pull off her pantyhose.  Apparently she had not seen my return from lunch. 
          I watched the camera as she peeled off her stockings and then casually propped her feet up on the end of the desk.  I smiled to myself as I took in how beautiful she was, even though she was not one of those girls who had to work at it to look good.  Her legs were shapely and tan, and I couldn’t help but admire her figure.  Then my heart took a leap into my throat, as I watched her hands suddenly disappear under her white blouse and I could see that she had went under her bra as well, her hands making the front of her blouse bunch up with the motions that she was making.  Her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, while I watched from the edge of my seat as her fingers kneaded her unseen breasts and tweaked her nipples.
         My own breathing was becoming quite erratic and I was starting to rub my bottom lip with my index finger…a habit I have when I’m a little anxious.  I could feel my own excitement building and then suddenly Teresa removed her hands from under her blouse and instead, pulled her skirt up, revealing that her pantyhose had been the only thing she had been wearing under her short black skirt.  Exposed as she was, still I could only see her hand disappear between her legs, but her face was what I was watching most expectantly, as her eyes closed again, her chest rising and falling as she teased herself.  I could see her fingers as they appeared to be moving, slowly, rhythmically, in and out from between her legs.  I found myself silently wishing I had purchased audio for this camera as well as video.
       At that moment, the phone rang breaking the scene before me as Teresa jumped up to answer it, straightening and smoothing her skirt as she dealt with the phone call. I took that opportunity to walk off what I was feeling by pacing quietly within my office.  I also decided to crack my door so that, if she returned to her previous position, I would be able to hear her as she masturbated.  I did not anticipate that happening, as the mood seemed quite broken as I watched her turn into the consummate professional once again, dealing quickly and efficiently with the customer on the phone. 
          Hanging up the phone, Teresa stood for a moment as if in deep thought and then she turned and crossed the room, turning on the office radio and finding a popular station.  A Tata Young song filled the room instantly –  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5G73bTGE3s8 – and Teresa started to dance, barefooted, on the cool linoleum, her body swaying to the music.  I watched as she ran her hands through her hair, her body moving seductively to the beat of the song. 
         Her eyes were closed and I could tell she was really enjoying the song she was dancing to. 
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy – Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty – When I’m out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy – Can’t change the way I am, sexy naughty bitchy me”.  The way she was moving was so sensual and I was really glad I had cracked the office door, because listening to her sweet voice as she sang along to the radio really made me smile.
         Teresa started to move her hands down her arms, crossed across her breasts, and then down her sides, swaying in time to the music.  I was enjoying the show very much, as it was like having my own private dancer right in front of me.  At that moment, she crossed the room out of my line of sight, and suddenly my office door opened, her profile filling my doorway.  She did not look surprised to see me at all, and instantly crooked her index finger at me, beckoning me forward.  “Don’t look so surprised.  I knew you were here all the time.  I have seen the way you look at me, and I know that look.  Come here, dance with me, or are you just content with watching me on the camera?”  I didn’t say a word in protest, only took her hand and started to follow her back to the music.
        Being this close to Teresa made me feel quite intoxicated, even though I had drank nothing in days.  As I started to follow her back into the main office, something came over me and I spun her around, firmly pushing her against the wall in the hallway.  Her eyes were wide at first, but she did not resist me, as I pushed my leg between hers and started to kiss her neck, holding her arms above her head.  I could feel her nails digging into my hands as my teeth grazed her skin, and I suddenly wanted to taste her very badly.
        Grabbing her pantyhose from her desk, I wrapped them quickly around her wrists and sat her in a wooden chair, tying the other end of the pantyhose to the back of the chair.  She watched me, saying nothing, her chest heaving with anticipation of what was to come.  I pushed her skirt up so that I could see all of her for the first time, and my knees became a little bit weak at that moment.  I could see her wetness glistening, and I wanted her even more.
         Kneeling in front of her, I spread her legs and r
unning my tongue along the slit, I could feel her wetness almost throbbing.  I felt the warmth radiating from her, and I delighted in this.  I knew she wanted, was waiting for actually, my tongue to plunge into her creamy wetness but I teased a bit longer, letting the excitement build between us.  I wanted to taste her just as much as she desired it, but I held myself in check, only allowing the very tip of my tongue to graze the rim of her wetness, and then cradling her body in my arms, the rim of her ass as well. 
        Feeling her pushing against my tongue and mouth only further excited me but, tightly bound as she was, her struggles were, for the most part, an exercise in futility.  Her body wanted my tongue but it was going to have to wait a bit longer and, with every struggle against her ties, I forced myself to slow down just a little bit more, feeding the anticipation, making both of us even more hungry than we already were.  My teeth wanted nothing more than to bite into her tender skin but still I waited, ripening the moment between us until the air felt ready to burst.
       Reaching over to loosen her bonds, I notice there was a fire in her eyes that burned with a sharp intensity and, for a moment, I wondered if I should leave her bound a bit longer.  Wanting that fire to be unleashed on my body, though, was something I was anticipating as well, and my fingers trailed across the front of her blouse and, finding her nipples, I tugged on them, one by one, our eyes still locked, as my fingers untied the knots that held her to the chair. 
        As the last knot became loose, she suddenly sprang on me, knocking me backwards onto the floor, her strong arms easily pinning me, her mouth finding mine, her teeth finding my lips, and I closed my eyes, savoring every moment.  And then, the moment I had waited for came; she climbed up and straddled my mouth.  I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her tightly onto my tongue…the sweet deliciousness of her arousal excited me and I licked at her greedily.  I loved the way she tasted and I loved her hands in my hair for they had found their way there, and the more she held onto me, the tighter I held onto her, and the faster I licked her. As her body ground into my mouth, I could hear her starting to cum, and I sucked her clit into my mouth, feeling her spasm on my tongue.  Oh my God, I love hot Spring days at the office!