Doubleife – Because one life is never enough

Carpe Diem

Olive Garden Dom

So all of our family’s celebratory dinners are resigned to being spent at Olive Garden. The Salad, the Fettuccine Alfredo and the service… MY GOD the Service! The other day we found ourselves there again. A familiar face approached our table smiling subtly as he approached. First off he’s a charmer, but you expect that from a waiter, and I bet he frequently gets good tips. I have no idea if he’s a family man but he certainly was good.

Now realize he’s not one of those over enthusiastic young men. No, this man is mature with a salt and pepper scruff and a delicious Slavic accent to stir things up a bit more. I was wearing a lovely low cut number and he didn’t hesitate to look knowing I saw him look. It was the only time during the meal he wasn’t directly next to and above me.

Most of the flirtation was his charisma with the entire table. Touches were only exchanged subversively through grazes of fingers in handing dishes back and forth and profuse thank yous however he had something else up his sleeve.

The cheese grater made it’s first appearance as our first salad arrived. He asked me directly how much cheese we wanted and I. Said. LOTS! Oh he emptied that graters contents all over our salad resting on the tray and he made sure to show us ALL. Fuck it was hot. The second salad came and was placed on the table Right next to me. The cheese grater made it’s second appearance and he began turning that crank from up high. He was marking me with Parmesan! I’m surprised I didn’t blush when I said “I think that’s enough” and he replied “I don’t think you think that’s enough.”and he just kept on applying the cheese. Everyone laughed but I think he knew he was making me hot.

By the time our meal came I was All about the Cheese. Whip it out, churn that crank faster, higher Yes get it all over the table… but everyone wanted what he was shredding. I could tell he had wooed us all with his tool. Bravo Sir… bravo.

Tie vs Belt

Let me explain the choice I’ve made. I was not hasty in deciding. I weighed my options and the versatility of each implement and the obvious leader for me was the Tie.

You see it has more power than you think. The belt can restrain and the belt can cause pain but the Tie taunts sensuously from across a dinner table. It can draw your eye in to the design teasing you with its silk threads, giving you illusion of gentleness, yet when applied to the skin can tighten almost unforgiving due to the weft.

But what matters the most beyond that is The Hand applying the pressure… tying the knot… restraining the body.

You see I’m not just looking for you to hurt me I also want you to woo me. The belt just isn’t center stage. All I want is what is hanging down your chest resting gently above your heart right where I want to be.

Innocence

Even at my age,
despite the fact that I am a parent,
that I have seen awful things,
that I am in a tenuous relationship at best,
I still posses a hopeful innocence.

This does not mean I identify as a little girl.
This does not mean I am ignorant.
It does mean that at times I am reluctantly gullible.
It also means it is easy to lie to me.
But I catch on quick.

My trust in new friends is something I have chosen to invest.
Giving a stranger the benefit of the doubt,
Getting to know someone unfettered,
Withholding judgement is my effort
In finding genuineness.

So when you do lie to me,
I will listen,
Until I hear it,
And my trust evaporates.
I won’t be your fool.

My innocence may draw you in,
My wit may amuse you,
My intellect though,
That will be your downfall
That will be your challenge.

I enjoy learning new things,
I am compelled to expand my knowledge,
I will puzzle out a solution,
I like a challenge.
Of course I hope you do too.

Simply nurture my innocence,
Feed my imagination,
Cultivate my trust,
Accept my limitations,
I will be an open book.

Hunting

With a new year comes new adventures and her appetite had just tripled. No longer satisfied with the mundane her voracious cravings for being controlled had new meaning. Seducing the Sadists, mind fucking the Doms and illustrating her unattainability she’d see then if anyone bites. What was she thinking, they all bite. She was bored and hunting was no where near as interesting as being hunted. Anyone clever enough could see her for what she was. A fate temptress, an adrenaline slut she slipped into lives to get herself off and ran before they could find her. The farther away he lived the better until someone close fell into her path. An interesting soul with a gift for making her nervous and she loved it. Limits began to be pushed, information was leaked due to time constraints and she was within his sights. He knew her patterns, knew she would run but he had her cornered. Nothing to do now but wait teasing her with his stick, poking and prodding her in that tight spot she put herself in. And she loved it. Loved squirming for him, loved the uncomfortable outside of the box feeling he gave her because she had out grown that last box and before she could crawl into another shell like a hermit crab he had her pinned there exposed and naked for his pleasure. For her pleasure is my pleasure and my hunt has only just begun.

I’m Home

I’m home
I wander to the shower
exhaustion pulls me in
I am watching you

I wander to the shower
there you stand
I am watching you
as you stroke

there you stand
eyes closed, breathing hard
as you stroke
I slowly undress

Eyes closed breathing hard
I watched you cum
I slowly undress
you see me there

I watched you cum
the hunger in your eyes as
you see me there
touching myself

the hunger in your eyes as
my fingers dive deep
touching myself
as you watch me

my fingers dive deep
my orgasm builds
as you watch me
with my panties still on

my orgasm builds
as my wetness spreads
with my panties still on
I hear you growl

as my wetness spreads
I moan louder
I hear you growl
You summon me to you

I moan louder
I am begging for you
You summon me to you
on my knees

I am begging for you
opening my mouth
on my knees
worshiping your cock

opening my mouth
I feel you swell
worshiping your cock
our eyes meet

I feel you swell more
as I suck harder
our eyes meet
you are close

as I suck harder
I feel your hand
you are close
you pull me in

I feel your hand
ripping my panties off
you pull me in
bracing me against the tiles

ripping my panties off
you thrust hard
bracing me against the tiles
fucking me through the wall

you thrust harder
my screams echo
as you fuck me through the wall
my muscles tense

my screams echo
feeling me cum
my muscles tense
and you follow

feeling me cum
you roar
and you follow
my face against the tiles

you roar again
rocking against me
my face against the tiles
panting and exhausted

rocking against me
you hug me
panting and exhausted
we move to the bed

you hug me
exhaustion pulls me in
we move to the bed
I’m home.

The Lesson Plan

Returning to college had been a dream of mine, and I was finally in a position to go, so I enrolled at the local Community College. Knowing that I struggled at mathematics I didn’t want to waste time so I hired a tutor to stay on top of things. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. He was older that I, handsome, intelligent and most importantly patient. A lesser man would have been furious or frustrated with my mathematical missteps and ‘logical’ conclusions. This man, I wasn’t sure if he was helping or not but I must say he was a delight to be in the presence of. His deep calm voice, his blue eyes behind those reading glasses and even his hands with those smooth long fingers were enough of a distraction but I was determined to learn.

In an effort to concentrate, I found myself making treats before each session. The measurements and chemistry that went into cooking made sense to me and soothed my head before all of the work I knew I was in store for. He would knock on my door and the house would smell of cookies, cakes, brownies and other desserts but each time I offered him a piece he’d refuse and we would get to work on my problems.

This went on for weeks and although I was making progress I kept struggling. I was becoming frustrated with myself and he saw my struggle but was persistent with his methods. I knew that I was testing his skills when he removed his glasses and pinched the space between his eyes. When he finally looked up at me he just sat there and stared. I quickly became uncomfortable under his gaze shifting in my seat as pink flush spread across my cheeks. Then he said, “I know you are struggling with this. I need to know how important this is to you.”

I sat there, thought about it as my brain screamed, ‘Of course this is important I am paying you aren’t I?’ however my rational mind tried to put things into perspective. “I understood my faults and struggles before I registered for this class but the concept of not being able to wrap my head around mathematics is representative of a mental block. Much like writer’s block I am hitting a wall I don’t know how to get around. I want to overcome my aversion to this and in turn open the door or at least learn how to open doors for myself that previously I did have the key to.”

He sat back took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Leaning forward he placed the materials he brought back into his satchel. “I’d like to try something completely different however it is outside of my tutorial services. Are you open to trying new things?” Confused and curious I was eager to conquer my resistance to numbers. My only hesitation was my financial  investment so when the thought of how much more this would cost me crossed my mind I was startled to hear him say “I won’t be accepting any further payments for my tutoring from now on.” I sat there dumbfounded furrowing my brow. Had I known what I was in store for I would have panicked and not gone through with it but he was clever in more ways than I anticipated. When he rose to leave he said “I’ll see you on Thursday, and so you know, I prefer Pie.”

My confusion stayed with me the rest of the day and into next. I attended my classes and went about my day reflecting on the previous evening. His eyes, his posture, his confidence all put me at ease despite my downfalls… I trusted him. I let my hope rise up with the thought of defeating my animosity toward equations. My mood lifted but the thought of not paying for his help was a bothersome irritant to my otherwise optimistic position.

Thursday was a busy day but I had time to create a cherry almond pie with a lattice crust. It was cooling on the rack when I heard his knock on the door.  Opening the door he looked different some how. He wasn’t wearing his reading glasses but that wasn’t it. He still had his satchel, so it wasn’t that, then I noticed that he wasn’t wearing his typical button down shirt and pleated slacks. Today he wore a black v-neck t-shirt and jeans. They fit him well and I was embarrassed to catch myself looking him over a bit more judiciously than I ever had before. Blushing, I stepped back to allow him entry.

He came in, set down his bag and asked “What kind of pie did you make?” I stuttered to get it out of my mouth before I made a complete fool of myself. He chuckled at my nerves and headed to the kitchen. Following in his wake, I entered the kitchen to find him peering down at my pastry. My mind raced ‘What if he doesn’t like cherries. What if he’s allergic to nuts. Why didn’t he specify which KIND of pie he liked?’ until he took his long finger, slipped it into the pie through one of the lattice holes and seductively pulled it out and licked his finger clean. I watched all of this with rapt attention. My eyes watching his mouth, his lips, his finger as my lids lower and my eyes dilate. He knew something about me that even I didn’t know. “Are you ready to get started?” Taking my eyes off of his mouth to meet his own heated gaze I nodded. “What do you know about Pie?”

My brain went into overdrive trying to figure out the answer he was looking for. “Well, they can be sweet or savory…” Clearly I had the wrong answer because he did that pinch between his eyes and shook his head in disappointment. Trying again with less confidence “Umm… the ingredients…”

I jumped when he slapped his hand on the counter and said “Why am I here?” and my brain clicked. He isn’t talking about pie he’s talking about PI! He saw the recognition in my eyes and smiled “Now… I’m going to ask you again. What do you know about pi?” I didn’t know much. I did know that it was 3.14 plus a whole bunch of numbers that went on without pattern for a very long chain that apparently people competed against one another memorizing hundreds of numbers however that was not the answer he was looking for. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, as I wracked my brain for the answer to his question. “Pi the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter. Say it.” I dutifully repeated the words. “Now look at me. Again.” Stuttering a little this time I said it again as a heat rose in my cheeks.

“Very good. Let’s get started.” Extending his hand to me I took it and he led me to the table and chairs, “Please sit.” As I settled myself into the wooden  chair my peripheral vision picked up that he had removed something from his pocket. “I have a very serious question to ask you.” I looked up at him as he stood over me and spoke. “I have noticed things in you that I believed could help you overcome this. I want to help you but I need your full trust. Do I have your trust?” Before I could answer he knelt down on one knee and took my left hand. “Let me describe to you some things I want first though. I have noticed that you count on your fingers. This won’t do. I want to tie your arms to the chair you are sitting in.”

My heart excitedly raced and my eyes widened at the idea. He paused to read my reaction to his proposition before continuing. “I also need you to know that I am attracted to you. I want you but I won’t hesitate to discipline you for making errors. Do you agree to allow me to touch you?”

I shifted in my chair as my arousal grew with this new information before I spoke. “Yes. I do trust you. You’ve been nothing but patient and understanding with me. I am attracted to you as well,” I said as my blush spread and deepened “and yes you may touch me.” His hand took mine and with the rope he had removed from his pocket a moment ago bound my arms to the chair rung. moving to the other side he did the same to my right arm. What I didn’t expect was that he also began binding my legs to the chair as well spreading them open before he stood again to inspect his work.

“Are you comfortable?” realizing that I was in fact comfortable I nodded. “Pi is a mathematical constant and an irrational number. It has an infinite number of digits in its decimal representation, and it does not settle into an infinitely repeating pattern of digits.” As he said all of this his hand slowly moved up my calf over my knee and onto my thigh. “Now repeat what I just said.” I panicked a bit trying to do as he asked but it was obvious I wasn’t paying close attention. As a result he slapped the inside of my thigh. I jumped at the sensation but also focused more carefully and the lesson went on .

By the time he had finished with the mathematical and historical significance of pi I was wet and panting. ‘Oh god, what could he have in store for me next?’ I thought. I sat there waiting for his next move when he wandered over to the counter, opened several drawers until he found himself a knife and fork then proceeded to cut himself a piece of my pie. Putting it onto a plate he sat down at the table next to me. Eating several fork fulls he would glance over at me watching him eat. “This is delicious. You are a very good cook.” My pride swelled at his words. Once he finished he rose, took his plate to the sink, washed his dish and silver and set it to dry. “Let’s go into the living room.” he said as he knelt and began to untie me. My confusion was obvious before he mentioned, “Don’t worry, I’ll be tying you up again out there too.” as he winked.

As I stood I stumbled and he grabbed me to his side to help me into the next room. He asked me to remove my dress and I willingly but somewhat shyly pulled it over my head leaving me in only a bra and panties.  Settling me onto the couch he proceeded to retie my arms but not my legs. Sitting next to me he said “Now we are going to do a bit of memorization. I am going lay you across my lap face down and draw a number on you then ask you to recite each in succession from the beginning. You already know 3.14 so we will proceed from there.”

The first number was simple in that it was a straight line indicating a one. “3.141” the first 10 or so numbers he drew we’re a little trouble however keeping them in order for each successive repetition became more and more difficult wandered about my person. I tried to slowly recount the numbers but that only proved more difficult by giving him more time to let his hands roam. By the 20th number I accidentally inverted a six and a four and felt the first stinging blow of his hand on my ass. As careful as I tried to be I made several more errors. Bye the 40th I was red and sore and terribly aroused.

He knew I was close, knew I was burning up, knew I was helpless to his Lesson Plan… “Again”

“3.14 1, 5, 9, 2, 6, 5, 3, 5, 8, 9, 7, 9, 3, 2, 3, 8, 4, 6, 2, 6, 4, 3, 3, 8, 3, 2, 7, 9, 5, 0, 2, 8, 8, 4, 1, 9, 7, 1, 6, 9, 3, 9, 9, 3, 7, 5, 1, 0, 5, 8, 2, 0, 9, 7, 4, 9, 4, 4, 5, 9, 2, 3, 0, 7, 8, 1, 6, 4, 0, 6, 2, 8, 6, 2, 0, 8, 9, 9, 8, 6, 2, 8, 0, 3, 4, 8, 2, 5, 3, 4, 2, 1, 1, 7, 0, 6, 7, 9, 8, 2, 1, 4”

 

You’ve Been Warned

A girl has to feel safe and protect herself… so I had been wearing my father’s wedding ring since he died last year to avoid unwanted attention. Preferring to be thought of as someone who had a family, waiting for me and knowing my approximate location; it made me feel safer than letting anyone know I was alone in the world. You never know what someone is going to be like in person so I was simply donning my costume for my next adventure.

Despite the fact that I had advertised myself as married, it hardly stopped the onslaught of responses to the personal ad I placed seeking “stimulating conversation.” I am still startled that I actually went through with the whole thing. What the hell was I thinking? Some were nice enough, but they were not what I was looking for, however many were downright awful. The responses had no real content, a pitiful list of attributes ranging from what they looked like, to general likes and hobbies but otherwise a lifeless description. In some cases the responses were so base line that you could just hear them saying “Hey baby…wanna fuck?” Nope… delete. It was easy enough to find interested men but finding an interesting man proved a challenge. It took time to identify someone I would be willing to meet.

So when I came across one in particular I took my time, tested the waters, got creative and was still interested. I knew I couldn’t jump at his first request to meet. Patience is truly a virtue after all. I certainly knew what I didn’t want, but I also knew what I did want. I didn’t need a commitment, according to my profile I already had one of those, so I was biding my time and letting our conversations develop. What I did not expect was to feel a connection. This was supposed to be harmless fun but what I was ending up with was an actual person. I wanted him to have a life and I wanted to have my own, but by spending time I was opening myself up. I couldn’t help but talk. I would spend hours going back and forth.

Every few days he would subtly ask about my availability and I would recount my plans for the following days ahead. I knew he was looking for an opportunity. As the weekend approached, I happened to mention that I would be in the city with my girlfriend for Friday evening. He cursed profusely at the bad timing, having plans already. Begging my forgiveness, I sat there reading line after line of what he wanted to do had he been able to attend. My cheeks grew hot, as I blushed, reading how he would have stolen me away to a secluded spot and ravished me, despite it being out first personal face to face. The one thing he made sure to remind me time and again was, that when we DID eventually meet, I was going to be in BIG TROUBLE. It always made me giggle while simultaneously sending that quick thrill of excitement and anticipation through me.

I didn’t want to convey my disappointment, so I kept the conversation light for the rest of the week. He knew something was off but I wasn’t about to confess my confused feelings. We both had a life, and that is what I wanted, but I had been hopeful that when I was finally ready to meet he would actually be available; and when he wasn’t I felt cheated of an opportunity. I knew it was irrational so I shoved those feelings down and as Friday afternoon approached I told him to enjoy his weekend and that we would chat again Monday. All he said was “We’ll see.” I quickly typed “What the hell does that mean?” but he had already logged off, and I was left hanging.

It was Friday evening and Lucy had already called to confirm our plans. I was looking forward to attending the First Friday gallery openings throughout Old City and especially anticipated visiting The Clay Studio which had something special I was looking forward to. My love of ceramics was well known and Lucy was excited to be my partner for the evening.

I dressed for a night of wine, cheese and walking wearing my tall low heeled riding boots, a tight flared black skirt and my white wrap shirt that decides for itself on my cleavage exposure. I trusted the top’s judgement, and similar to the blouse’s behavior the the black skirt also takes on a life of its own, by raising and lowering of it’s own accord, however it frequently decides poorly. I slipped on my long black sweater, just in case my skirt decided to become lewd during the evening, without my permission. I chose my bra carefully to accommodate the top’s antics but I couldn’t decide on the panties. I wanted my decision to be flawless but I just came up torn. I loved going commando but I equally enjoyed the smooth hug of my spanks. My eureka moment came when I spotted the pair of scissors on my dresser and immediately began cutting the crotch in half. This was going to be a fun evening damnit, even if no one else knew.

His word’s “We’ll see” had kept playing in my head over and over as I dressed. I tried to stop thinking about it but I couldn’t figure out what he meant and my mind kept rolling it around trying to decipher his meaning. It was like a scratch I couldn’t itch and it made me inexplicably anxious. Trying to salvage my composure I opened a bottle of Reisling and downed two glasses in quick succession awaiting Lucy’s arrival. She was punctual to a fault and arrived at six on the dot. I locked up and jumped in her as car blaring Add it Up by Violent Femmes and we zoomed down the road singing at the top of our lungs.

The drive took about an hour and in that time we talked and sang nonstop, alleviating my mind of the turmoil earlier. About 45 minutes into the drive Lucy turned to me in all seriousness and asked if I had planned to meet anyone tonight. My disappointment refreshed and I said “Sadly …No. He was busy. It’s just you and me lady.”

Lucy glanced over at me sheepishly and said “Well… I invited someone because I thought you were.” She rushed to tell me that she had also met him online via a personal ad and had been chatting intermittently for a couple months sending pics back and forth and in general having fun getting to know one another.  My envy grew but I was happy for her as well. I sat back and reflected on my evening ahead and suddenly felt very alone.

We parked on the street and marched down the block enthusiastically. The bounce in Lucy’s step was evident and it was fun to watch her excitement build as we approached the first gallery. I moved quickly alongside of her and suddenly felt a quick breeze tease up my thighs and backside. I had almost forgotten about my panty modification after sitting for so long and, at the thought, a private smile crept across my face.

The first gallery we popped into had a variety of tiny landscape paintings. We headed to the back of the first room and helped ourselves to a cup of red wine each. As we made our way around I enjoyed watching the people more than the art and caught myself scanning the attendees. The rooms were crowded and avoiding contact with others was near impossible. I found enjoyment in discovering where I would be brushed against next. It became a game, much like in Fight Club, trying to guess if will I get the crotch or the ass as I am passed.

I spied a long thin hallway and approached it with enthusiasm. Based on it’s width, it really should have been a single person throughway but the people milling about couldn’t resist seeing everything in the late evening galleries. I was sure I was approaching a gauntlet of human contact. I shored myself and peeked down the hall. When I saw it only had two people chatting and walking toward me my heart fell. I kindly waited for their egress and wandered in. I strolled up to the first print in the hall, leaning in to admire the detail, when my peripheral vision drew my eye to the end of the hall where a tall broad shouldered man stood leaning against the wall staring right at me.

I felt more than I saw his approach. The light actually appeared to dim slightly and the alluring scent coming off of him was amazing. I inhaled deep and my eyes closed momentarily. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until his hand touched my waist and I gasped and stumbled a little. His grip on me increased as I felt his crotch skim my ass. “Excuse me” he growled in my ear before I felt his hand leave my person and continue down the hall. I didn’t even realize what happened until I got to the other end of the hall found a chair and collapsed in it. All I could think was “I want to do that AGAIN!” I drank down the rest of the wine in my glass and saw Lucy peek into the back in a panic. “Where have you BEEN???” she nervously asked. “I just had to sit a sec, sorry.”

I jumped back up and we headed back down the tiny hall, empty again to my dismay. She quickly told me that her meet up was just a few doors down and he had texted her just a moment ago. As we ran past the next gallery space, I looked longingly at the over packed tiny room before we were on to the next big gallery. I watched as Lucy was frantically scanning the crowd, to get her first glimpse of her internet beau, and then it happened. She was beaming and they held each others gaze as he crossed the room. I smiled and took a step back for them to have space. I watched them hug tightly and act a little awkward. It was adorable. She introduced me to Quinn blushing and embarrassed that she had almost forgotten about me entirely. I was so happy for Lucy but knew she needed a moment to enjoy herself. I reassured her that I was good and excused myself to the find the restroom.

This gallery was a lot more open so that the guests had ample room to move about. I moved slowly toward the back as I sought out the lavatory to pull myself into a semblance of order. I opened the door and headed for the sink realizing only after my face was in the mirror that I was not alone in the tiny powder room.  Just staring at him in the mirror, positioned behind me, stood the man who had brushed past me earlier as I heard the lock slide home.

Our gazes held, mine a deer caught in headlights his predatory, as he took the two steps forward placing his body against mine pressing into the sink when he growled into my ear “You liked that earlier, didn’t you?” My eyes immediately lost contact and went to the sink faucet in shame. I nodded slowly “You kept me waiting. I was watching you move about the room and knew from your face that you were enjoying every second. Weren’t you?” Again I nodded. “Good girl.” I felt the length of his cock against my ass “Remember how much ‘trouble’ I said you’d be in when we met?” My eyes snapped up. His smirk was smug but playful. I tried to turn around but he had me pinned “Oh no,” he issued as he pressed me ever tighter into the sink wall feeling my hip bone painfully wedged against the porcelain.

I felt his hand pull my long hair aside, exposing my neck, before he sunk his teeth into my trapezius muscle. I felt my arousal heighten in direct proportion to the pressure he applied. It was then that I cried out. He was marking me, purposeful and deliberate. “You were warned” he growled before returning to his effort. His hand on my hip pulling my ass into his growing erection while his other grasped and groped and kneaded each breast. My eyes shut absorbing each tactile application.

I felt his hand at my throat pulling me back to an erotic kiss while the hem of my skirt raised ever higher. When his hand felt my wetness everything stopped and he slid his fingers inside me as he watched the reaction on my face to his bodily intrusion. He saw the lust in my eyes, felt my wet arousal, smelled my heady sex in the confines of the tight four walls and relished the power he held.

Throwing me forward over the sink he held me against the mirror, face smashed up against the glass. My hot breaths steaming the reflective service in short pants. I braced my arms to either side of the mirror as I felt his body position shift and move. The feel of his cock at my opening, teasing it open, getting it damp in my juices had me bucking for more. He knew what I wanted and he was deliberately not giving it to me. My mind was frantic “Please… PLEASE Sir.” I couldn’t form a sentence.

“What is it you want little one?” his voice sliding into me a bit deeper as his cock throbbed a mere 2 inches inside me. “F..fuck me Sir. f..f..fuck me hard…. please” With his hand on my shoulder caressing the mark he had left then grasping just above my clavicle he thrust into me hard and deep.

My moans grew loud and when the knock at the door was timed perfectly with the pounding his hips were thrusting at I giggled at the coincidence. When they called out “Sir!” I outright laughed thinking ‘Even THEY are calling him Sir!’ My laughter must have been infectious because even he began to chuckle despite the relentless pace he had set for us. When he placed his hand on my clit I practically screamed. My laughter kept going but now I was orgasming too and I was getting louder and louder laughing and screaming. He followed me with his own giant roar, filling me with his seed.

My sides hurt and we were both trying to catch our breath and our humor as he rearranged himself and settled my dress back into place. Taking my hand with his he looked down and asked “You ready?” I beamed up at him and nodded. The bright lights forcing me to squint was a momentarily relief before I saw the faces of the crowd that had gathered. My face flushed bright red as he turned to everyone and said “She’s really ticklish.”

Her Panties

Freshly bathed and smelling clean, I lay against the fragrant wood relaxing among the varieties of fabrics surrounding me. I was looking forward to going out and knew it would happen sooner rather than later. It was already Friday and the light in the room was visibly dimming. Hearing the phone ring off in the distance my anticipation rose as the lights flipped on and I was grabbed excitedly. My own thrill was barely contained as hands lovingly caressed my silky soft texture, inhaled my fresh scent and slipped a warm curvaceous ass into my lacy and smooth material. I loved being so intimately close. Absorbing the heady building scent as the growing humidity permeated my very fabric.

We had our own game. She’d move and sway and I would work my way in closer and closer hugging every valley, disappearing into each crevice and making myself wet with her sexy juices until she felt compelled to tug and pull me out to only start all over again. I loved the feel of snapping my elastic against her skin. She always wore a skirt or dress with me. It was as if she knew how much I needed the fresh air and the view of the terrain beneath us. As she glided onto the car’s well worn leather seats I enjoyed the slippery feel against my fabric. The vibrations of the engine and her excitement combined were enough to intoxicate me.

I didn’t know where we were going but I did know where this evening was headed. If I was lucky I would get to participate. When she got out of the car she wiggled and disentangled me from her nether regions to ride once again along her smoothly waxed outer lips and ass cheeks. It wouldn’t be long before I was nestled deep again so I allowed her this reprieve. I could feel her strut as she wagged her ass and watched her strappy heels weave her way past a crowd men, one of which laid a covert hand pressing me into her hip. I heard a clear slap and a bit of verbal confrontation but I knew what her body really wanted.

Her footsteps hastened as she entered the dark bar and sidled up to the vinyl upholstered stool. As he ass hit the cold seat her ass cheeks clenched against the temperature adjustment before her muscles relaxed and settled. I herd her phone chime and with each one she would squirm and twist allowing me to wedge myself further into my comfort zone. I knew what was happening and I loved every minute as I became bathed in her sweet and tangy juices.

A broad hand slid over her ass and I felt he spine stiffen but then her leg began to jiggle up and down indicating her nervousness as well as her voice elevating a bit in volume and pitch. This is the one she had been waiting for. His voice was deep and accented but his hand… oh god his hand just kept playing with me. His fingers would tease across my waistline then ease down to skim my hem. This man had skills and I couldn’t wait to see his face. I heard them talking about me. She describe me to him and he lifted a bit of her dress at her thigh to get a peek at me. OH… He was bad! I could see the whole bar but he discreetly covered me right back up before I could see his face.

She stood, slowly peeling her skin from the warmed stool, they wandered over to a more secluded part of the restaurant and sat right next to one another. The booth had similar vinyl coverings and she slid into it with little effort. Her thigh jumped as he placed his hand high making for a bold rather than subtle move. I could feel her breath increase as well as her dampness. He was going to do this right her, wasn’t he? Right in plain sight. I felt his hand rub my fabric over her lips. It felt amazing. It was as if he knew what I wanted.

Those magic fingers of his toying with my fabric, caressing my lace, pinching ruffled hem. He pulled me aside and was inside me. He was inside Her! O god. The feel of the back of his hand stretching my elastic. His knuckled scraping against my cotton panty liner already wet with her essence. Her bucking working me deep between her ass cheeks. I could hear her moaning, feel her legs trembling, her ass clenching, her juices flowing and then he just stopped. What happened? Where did he go? What is this? DON’T STOP! But this was His game. He was teasing her, readying her for the big show later. She excused herself to go to the ladies, probably to dislodge me from my paradise but that was our thing.

She sat on the potty and relieved herself as I sat patiently around her knees for her to finish. Her finger swiped through the dampness as I watched her lick the flavor from her fingers. If I had lungs I would have sighed watching her full lips suck her two fingers into her mouth as she closed her eyes. She wiped up and pulled me back into position. Her step had a fresh new bounce and she was clearly in a great mood now. Once again she slid into the booth and his hands slid over me like he was taking possession. he bunched my waistband at the back wedging me deep into her ass crack and I was dizzy with his dominance.

Releasing me suddenly I could barely hear his muffled command but I did hear one word particularly clearly “…OFF!” That was when I felt her thumbs hook into my waistband at her hips and her ass lift as I was drug from her body. I was disappointed that I wouldn’t be participating any further this evening but felt confident we would have another play date. Guiding me into her purse I felt his hand surround hers and snatch me away from her grasp. It wasn’t until he dropped me in the middle of the table that I began to panic.  saw her face. She knew what was happening and looked at me mournfully. The sadness in her eyes was palpable. “NO!” I wanted to scream. The waiter arrived to deliver the check and looked down to see me plain as day and quickly looked back up at the man who paid him no attention then to the woman who blushed furiously as I lay there exposed for the whole world to see.

The man dropped a bunch of cash on the table, stood from his seated position pulling her with him and they left. I saw her look back one last time before they disappeared out of sight. I felt empty without her inside me. Looking back to the waiter he was still standing there staring at me. His head looked left then right before he quickly grabbed me from the table and shoved me into his pocket. What could he do with me? He didn’t look the type to wear ladies panties but maybe I was special.

He worked the rest of his shift, poking his hand into his pocket now and then to fondle my material. I felt something pressing from behind the pocket but wasn’t positive it wasn’t my imagination. I couldn’t see anything, I missed having a view of the floor and time, sound and light were muted. When he finally stopped he sat down and pulled me slowly from my confines. He put me up to his face and inhaled her embedded scent. He turned me over and licked my cotton panty liner and I could have shivered feeling his tongue rasp over my fabric.

I heard a zipper and looked down to find him pulling out his cock. It was then that he wrapped me tightly around him. his hand on the inside of me and his cock on the silky outside. “OH WOW…” I thought “I’ve never been HERE before. I like this!” His strokes moved slow at first. I glided over his head, his shaft, his pubic hair, his balls teasing the skin and hair with my satin. He was getting closer. It felt like her was growing, getting harder as his hand and pressure got faster and harder. I was more excited than I had been nestled in her pussy lips and I felt drunk with euphoria and then his head spilled a delicious salty mix upon my surface soaking me more than she ever had all in one time.

Oh I think I will like my new home after all 😉

 

Straight Cthulhu my Heart

Wandering out to ocean in the mornings she spent her time playing in the tide pools. She preferred the deeper ones containing the lovely tentacled creatures that would caress her skin with their tiny suckers drawing up her skin like the little loving kisses Gomer would reign upon Morticia’s arm. Her reluctant retreat would only come with the approaching tide. Gently releasing their grasp she would lovingly return her friends to their home and walk mournfully back to shore.

She had been trying to extend her stay, allowing the tide to flow in deeper and deeper each day, before heading to shore. On a particularly deep wading day she was heading back and felt her legs sweep out from under her. She felt the familiar tentacled caress but this time it was larger, more powerful, and a firm tug pulled her quickly out into deeper water. Trying not to panic she detached the suckers one at a time and swam more vigorously back to shore.

With her heart racing,  and trying to catch her breath, she looked down at her leg to find what looked and felt like a number of intricately designed hickeys winding up her foot to her calf and well up onto her thigh. The sight and feel of the line traveling up her leg sent a curiously arousing tingle straight to her core. Once back in her cabin she felt compelled to stroked the burst capillary design drawing her fingers up and down her leg all evening working hard not to succumb to the strange emotions that were trying to overwhelm her.

Her dreams that night were stormy and dark, filled with erotic overtones, as substances moved over her skin tantalizing her senses. Waking with a start to a loud clap of thunder the powerful storm shook her cabin as the wind and rain surrounded her small home. Her mind still vividly recalling the recent dream made her once again touch the sensitive line and follow it up her inner thigh to her crux. The bright flash of light and almost simultaneous thunder made her jump as she was blinded and deafened momentarily. A knock on her door, equally as loud and powerful as the storm, had her questioning the validity of the presence of someone actually out in this torrent; but before she could arise to check the door broke inward and in walked Cthulhu.

The wind and rain whipped into the room surrounding his imposing form in a strobe like effect. The shock of his presence quickly dissipated as her body began to chill and dampen from the rain. The thin t-shirt and panties she wore were no match for the gusts of frigid air. Her anger rose and her eyes narrowed at his countenance still looming over her. “You ARE aware that you just broke my door and it is fucking freezing in here RIGHT? I mean WHAT THE HELL?”

He stood watching this woman yell at him for being cold, getting wetter by the minute and complaining about the object that moments ago separated him from her. She should be on her knees cowering at the very least and at the very most staring at him in shock and horror frozen in fear (that was his favorite.) But this, this wild eyed woman was berating him for his actions and he was just standing there in awe watching her face get redder and watching her pace angrily from one end of the small cabin to the next, wind driving her hair wild and getting into her face as she slapped it away.

Blinking several times with his dual eyelids, the inner clear layer sweeping across and the outer opaque layer down, making him appear a modicum more human despite the tentacles on his face. He bent down suddenly picked up the door, she was prattling on about, and slammed it back into the hole in the wall. In his deep watery lunged voice he finally said “Better?” She blinked having heard his voice and said “For now.” A shiver ran down her spine and he noticed a fine sheen of goose pimples spread inward from her extremities making her body shudder involuntarily and drawing his eyes down to her hard nipples.

Her anger had dissipated momentarily when the door was replaced, and the warmth began to reestablish itself in the small space, until she noticed his stare. “HEY! My eyes are up here!” His eyes blinked again and a stern look took over his face. “I will do as I please. Do you not recognize when you are in the presence of a GOD?” his voice boomed and shook the cabin. ‘Bully’ she thought. “This is MY house. Don’t you get all pushy with me!” This was not a behavior he was familiar with. “Have you never thought of anyone but yourself and your own needs all these millennia?” she said. With her ire in full swing his own frustration mounted and he finally bellowed “I am a GOD! You WILL bow to me! You WILL submit!”

He hadn’t laid a hand or tentacle on her yet she stood frozen and silent. ‘Finally’ he thought until she suddenly burst out laughing. She collapsed on the floor with tears running down her cheeks gripping her sides as she literally shook in laughter. “What is this?” he asked. “No… Stop… I can’t take it any more. You’re going to make me PEE!” she said between giggles and guffaws. “I DEMAND to KNOW!” he snapped. She tried to take a few sputtering deep breaths. She said “I’m an atheist” and burst out laughing again. In his opinion the fact that she didn’t ‘believe’ in him was irrelevant. However this laughter was considerably more preferable to her combative and challenging behavior at the onset.

Once again his eyes wandered about her form. He could still see the bruised pattern of his sucker marks he had left earlier and yearning to make more he approached her slowly. Crouching down in front of her his fingers and stroked the line he had made earlier from her ankle, up her calf, around the back of her knee and slowly up her thigh. Looking up into her eyes, they were no longer laughing or smiling but now filled with heat and she was breathing very differently. “You left those… didn’t you? You marked me.” She wasn’t angry. In fact he could sense and smell her arousal. “Yes” was all he said. She at the waist and he grabbed  her head  pulling her in and took her mouth with his.

Still kissing her deeply he stood and lifted her up. His arms pulling her thighs to wrap around his waist, his hands smoothed their way back up her thighs to squeeze and knead her ass. She was hungry, starving even, for his touch. This was a new experience for him since all of his other conquests were mere victims to his advances. He was enjoying the enthusiasm she was displaying until she pulled back. “Wait…” she said “I need a minute.” Confusion as to how she could go from ravenous to subdued was infuriating him. “I’ve waited long enough.” His tentacles restrained her arms as he placed her on the bed.

This time it was her turn to be confused. “What the hell are you talking about?” she asked. “I’ve owned you since the first day you came out to sea. Didn’t you ever wonder what was compelling you to visit each day?” Thinking back to those weeks ago when she first discovered the tide pool and remembering the first marks placed on her skin by the cephalopod in her hand. She remembered caressing the design lovingly, feeling the arousing wetness soaking her bikini and how it sent her home to touch herself intimately. She looked down at her palm and fingers as the design reappeared back to its full bruised color.

“Are these permanent?” she shouted. “Yes,” he said “but they’re only visible if I’m close and I want them to appear. I can feel you through them.” His voice lowered “I could feel you touching yourself through the ones I left on your fingers.” Embarrassment swept over her as her face flushed when she got up the courage to ask “So you’ve been close… How close have you been?” He paused watching her face as he said, “Since the last full moon I’ve been outside your home every night.” Looking down her body at him, his tongue snaked out licking, sucking and nibbling at the marks on her foot and calf. He worked his way up to her thigh kissing each round bruised circle intensifying each and every sensation. Her breath coming in short pants as he edged closer and closer to her panties. “Yes,” she said “I remember.” before he pulled the thin fabric aside to now lick and suck at her moisture. Her head lolled back and she closed her eyes absorbing the sensation of his tongue. A moan escaping her lips as her back arched.

“Say the words… Tell me you’re mine.” Her brow furrowed hearing this. He didn’t know her, didn’t know her secret, but he would know soon enough at the rate he was going. Her heart raced at the thoughts conflicting with the host of sensations he wrought from her body making her moan louder and louder. His growl became a vibration against her sensitive flesh. She felt the pressure against her hips and heard the sound of fabric ripping. It was then that all of the lovely sensations came to a stop.

With her eyes closed, she sighed. He stood angrily slowly putting distance between her and himself. “What is the meaning of this?” She cringed as his words thundered about the room. His form morphed and grew larger somehow taking the already small room and filling it. “It’s not as if I chose this.” she defended. “Do you have any idea what this means?” he bellowed. Rolling her eyes she huffed, “I know it means you won’t be touching me any further apparently!” as she crossed her arms over her chest. His roar was deafening. “Your one of the nine daughters. I’ve marked you as mine. I was seconds away from making those marks permanent!” Her eyes brightened when she heard his words “Really?”

“I’m.. ” His tentacle slapped over her face with a clap leaving her cheek stinging and her mouth silent. “Are you SO ready to see my execution? For fuck sake your mother is a TITAN!” A dark laughter built behind her silenced lips shaking her shoulders and bringing tears to her eyes. His eyes narrowed and he asked “What the hell is so fucking funny?” Pointing at her lips. Pulling the suction of his grip from her face he furrowed his brow in the expectation that she would be explaining herself promptly. Instead she just stood there and stared up at him with those eyes. His mind nudged at him to ask the question that wouldn’t go away “How can you be an atheist if you are the spawn of Gods?” “There are no Gods… only mortals and immortals. We are all fuck ups. We all try to control one another. Some of us have a genuine talent for it.” she said as she cocked her eyebrow at him.  “Have you seen the people they hire in marketing firms lately??? and LAWYERS my my what a crazy mess THEY can make. NOW if you are quite done…” His form readjusted to hers yet remained massive by comparison. His mood markedly changed back as his lust reemerged. The extended locked eye contact pulled him back to her.

“Just know that this makes us equals. I will not be one of your victims. You cannot own me.” His slow touch snaked its way up her leg “Is that how you see it?” he teased. “Yes… it is.” she said but her voice wavered. As he saw it, her arousal was his for the taking and he whispered “You are mine.” He found his way inside her and she gasped as her hips bucked. Holding her firmly he easily manipulated her building climax, legs spread wide for him, as she writhed  in his grasp. Pulling her to his mouth he lapped at her tangy sweetness. Placing a cup over her clitoris he applied the appropriate pressure to throw her over the edge. She could feel the suction pull and felt the tingle of his mark seep into her. Her hazy mind recalled his words but not before it was too late and she became flooded with the most powerful orgasm in her life.

Her eyes tried to open and readjust, but when she looked around he was gone. Her mind was slow to register the impact of his absence. When she did though it was met with rage and disappointment. ‘Males…’ she frustratedly thought to herself. Deciding not to play into his hands she pulled the warm blanket over her exhausted body and fell quickly into a sleep roiled with texture and feeling without images. When she finally awoke the next morning the sun taunted her with it’s brightness. Instead of keeping to her routine she stayed in. She couldn’t get caught if she didn’t go out. Pursuing tasks that had been neglected, she found her center once again and went to bed that night peaceful once more.

This night her dreams were vivid. He was there and she could feel every touch. It all seemed so real but, knowing it was a dream, she fought it and awoke with a gasp. Her body continued to feel the onslaught of touch moving over her skin yet she was alone. Looking down at her body the marks he had left would glow as the sensations of touch came upon her. she watched the bruises alight down her arm to the sensation of licks and kisses. They continued up her arm to her neck as she felt the sucking and nipping of absent teeth. Her anger tried to rise but the tactile impressions moved to her breasts and nipples as her chest lit up in a phosphorescent dance of color and sensation. An involuntary moan escaped her lips as the attention being paid to her nipples instantly made her arousal surge and her panties dampen. A new glow spread down her belly to her mons pubis. Twisting, trying to escape the approaching ghostly touch her back arched as the same sucking sensation from the other night overtook her. She tried to fight it for as long as she could but the reluctant screaming orgasm tore through her body like a lightening strike. The gush of liquid that soaked her was just that much more evidence of his success and she scowled at her sated body that betrayed her as the glow slowly subsided. Sleep once again took her but not by means of rest but by means of exhaustion.

Upon awaking she knew she had to run so she packed what she needed and left. She was determined to escape so with the top down on her 1969 Chrysler 300 convertible and music blasting she headed for her sister’s house. She knew that Clio would have answers. Traversing the highways heading ever further inland, putting distance from her and the sea, she felt the slow rebellious smile creep across her face. She felt triumphant and liberated while simultaneously saddened. Pushing down the unexpected depression she focused on the sun in her face, the wind in her hair and the B-52’s Love Shack filling her ears with their upbeat lyrics until she was laughing and thinking of the little love shack her own cabin had transformed into over the past two nights.

Arriving at Clio’s she found the door open and the house empty. Her sister had been working on a local University professor who was in the midst of being published. She knew better than to interrupt her work so she simply threw her bag into the spare room and headed for the living room to read. All the sisters owned the full collection of Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunter novels so she simply picked up her favorite one and relaxed on the sofa. The 10 hour drive must have been more tiring than she realized because she awoke to the sound of thunder and the abrupt flashes of lightening around her sisters home. The giant wall of windows made the storm so much different than her small cabin by the beach. The landscape appeared majestic against the flashes of light. The storm raged but the house was solid and the barrier secure. Taking a deep breath she moved through the house to make herself a cup of tea to enjoy the show.

Absentmindedly dipping her tea strainer she suddenly felt an electrical spark. The shock made her jump abruptly and she watched as her entire arm lit up. Anger spiked through her an she ran over to the sink to attempt to make the sensation stop. She ran cold water at first then progressively hotter. She scrubbed at marks on her arms trying to get them to subside. That was when the tremor hit. She knew what it was. Her heart raced and she knew there was no escape. She wanted to avoid damage to her sister’s home so she quickly ran outside to face him. His leathery wings were still spread and he was breathing hard. Looking up at him made her feel things she didn’t want to admit to. The rain still hadn’t begun yet but the wind took her hair and made it act wild like her head was that of Medusa as the ends snapped and bit at her skin.

He kept his stance, staring at her enraged but holding his tongue. He knew any foul word would bring the lightening upon her and despite her immortality it would be painful. He had other plans for that. “You ran from me.” he said slow and methodically. “I did… I was angry” she said. Lightening struck less that 100 yards away and she felt the electrical charge in her bare toes. “You can’t run from me.” he growled. “Oh but I can… you simply found me.” she said as the definition of ‘megalomaniac’ skated across her mind adding a slight smirk to her face. “And I will keep finding you wherever you go.” he said with confidence. “We’ll see.” she said back. With each exchange their distance closed and she was standing just inches from him now as if pulled magnetically. “Come with me now.” he whispered in her ear. She nodded and they were off the ground. His hard muscles pulsated as they lifted higher and she felt his arousal surge.

They didn’t travel far. He had passed a vacant property on his approach and landed at the door. “I hope you aren’t considering breaking and entering.” she glared up at him. “Well do you know a hotel owner who would check US in without questions?” Looking down at herself then looking up at him she agreed and allowed him to do as he pleased. Once inside he turned back around, grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. She protested at the position until he landed a firm slap to her ass. “OH!” She felt the tingle between her thighs build. She wiggled again and her squirm was met with another firmer slap to her other ass cheek but this time she let out a moan. A smile crossed his face as his large hand rubbed her reddened flesh and abruptly swung another spank. He felt her breath quicken. He reached the master bedroom and dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed. She blinked up at him a bit startled, until he said “Get those panties off… NOW.” The shiver that spiked through her body at his tone had her obeying instantly.

‘What is it about this one?’ she asked herself. She couldn’t help feeling compelled. She genuinely drew pleasure from just the act of obeying him. “Come here.” he ordered, and she did. She watched intently as his sex grew before her eyes. “Now open that pretty little mouth for me.” Her eyes widened at the implication but her body was still very much on board so her jaw dropped as he pulled her down to his cock. Licking and sucking him brought her a whole new brand of pleasure. Feeling his hands in her hair guiding her to the pace he needed brought on an arousal she had never experienced. She was learning things about herself from circumstances that had never presented themselves before.

As his thrusting became more insistent she tried to relax but she began to tense and resist the onslaught. It was then that her entire body became bathed in phosphorescent light. He knew that the simultaneous sensations reigning upon her skin all at once would open her up completely. He felt her resistance fade and took full advantage as he fucked her mouth and throat. The delicious feeling of slipping into her airway was just enough to put him over the edge as he felt her arousal as well as his surge and crest. He allowed his seed to pour down her throat jerking back and forth not allowing her to let any escape.

She continued to suck and tongue every vein long after his hands left her hair. She was euphoric and couldn’t help but worship every inch of his cock. His firmness was returning and she awaited his next command. “You are an eager one, aren’t you?” he chuckled. She furrowed her brow at him. He was making fun of her need and she was not amused. “I can find someone else who will appreciate my hunger.” She sat up abruptly and turned to leave the bed. She was abruptly restrained. Feeling his hot breath on the back of her neck he rumbled “NO… you are MINE!!!” just before she felt his cock slam into her. Her body burst into virtual flames. He could feel her arousal and it spurred him on as he tapped at her tight back door with one of his tentacles while he fucked her tight little pussy. Entering her ass he felt her swell under the dual penetration pushing him closer once again to a climax. Taking another sucker he applied this one to her clit as well as two more to her breasts directly onto her nipples. “Cum NOW!” he commanded. Feeling her muscles clamp down and her juices gush he filled her once again. Her screams amplified and every window in the house shook. He knew the consequences of his action and accepted whatever repercussions they entailed.

She slowly felt her particles realign. ‘Oh Fuck’ she thought. She knew something major had shifted and she was scared. Unfortunately she couldn’t move to escape. She was still pinned and she tried to abate the gradual panic that was rising. Jerking her arm he held her firm. “Stop fighting it.” He knew her cells were restructuring. Tears streamed down her cheek in denial “No” she whispered.

She didn’t feel like her body was her own anymore and her conflict surged. As much as she wanted to be in his arms, restrained by him, helpless to his whim and under his control she also wanted to run, be free, test the distance she could put between them, try his ability to catch her but also BE caught again. Despite that fact that he could not read her thoughts he still knew all of this. “Before I release you, you must realize there is no longer anywhere you can hide that I won’t find you, feel you or touch you. We are bonded.” Her sigh was one of resignation as his grip loosened. She looked down and said “I understand.” Fully releasing her he sat back with confidence that she had been conquered. He watched a grin emerge on her face and just before he could ask she dematerialized as she said “If you can catch me.”

“THALIA!!!!!!”

Listening Hard

It’s easy as much as it is hard. You already know how dirty my thoughts can be. It just takes a little coaxing. Just a little dare. Today was no different. I messaged you as early as I could curious if you’d be busy, hoping you wouldn’t be, but playing the conversation casual to ‘feel you out.’ I don’t like making you feel bad that we couldn’t spend time together. I know you work. You know my time is limited. That is the trick.

We banter and flirt back and forth sporadically as the morning evolves and the conversation becomes more inquisitive on my end as to what you are doing, if you have any meetings basic information gathering but you already know what I want. You are toying with me. Only I don’t figure it out until you ask “Why?” Then it hits me and a slow smile crosses my face as a shy blush spreads across my cheeks. “You’re going to make me say it aren’t you?” “Yup” your simple playful firm reply reads.

Breathe, I tell myself and I figure out what to type. Something simple something that is easy and not too dirty “I want to hear your voice.” There, that’s not too bad. Then you send “You want to scream and cum like a hot lil slut for me?” All bets are off at this point. My breath becomes shallow I feel my panties grow moist and my anticipation rises but I still don’t know for sure if you are available. “I do” is all I can reply. “Beg for it” you reply… so I do. All I want right now it to hear that sexy gravelly low whispering voice in my ear. I will absolutely beg for that.

I ask the magic question “so…are you available?”  and you  reply “Call me in three minutes, not a minute later or sooner and be naked fucking yourself when you call.” Oh god! THREE MINUTES? Tearing up the stair and ripping clothes off as I go I dash into the bedroom and pull out my toy. I check the time, 1 minute left. I put down the towel, set up the pillows and place the batteries in my toy and check the time again. Time to call. I anxiously scroll through my contacts in my phone as I complete the final step and gasp as I push my toy in and turn it on. I touch his name and the phone rings.

I haven’t heard his voice in weeks and I’ve missed it. Missed how he talks to me. The things he whispers in my ear. The cadence of his voice. I want to turn up my speaker volume. I know he is trying to be quite because he is in his office but that just makes his voice hotter. One ring, two rings and the line picks up. I hear him say “Right on time” and beam with pride.

He can hear that I am hot, can hear the buzzing sound of the clit vibrator, knows that I am moving the toy in and out of me but he asks anyway. He wants me to tell him what I’m doing. It’s that much better when he makes me tell him. His words turn to what he wants if we meet, what we would do, how he would take me. It becomes like a story of possibilities in my ear and then he talks about the one thing I never thought would arouse me. The one thing that I don’t know if I would ever have the nerve to do. He makes the thought of taking me in a public place sound so hot. The story he is weaving makes me feel so overwhelmed in combination with his confidence that all worry dissipates and my orgasm rushes in overwhelming me. I can picture us together vividly. I am right there in the moment and he just pushes me over the edge and I AM screaming just like he predicted.

I am weightless turning off my toy and letting it slip from my body sinking to the floor attempting to recover my breath still. With air still sawing in and out of my lungs my words turn to gratitude and supplication. We calmly discuss further my limits, my thoughts, his desires and possibilities of what we would both like should the circumstances change suddenly. Again our thoughts turn to scenarios and I ask about the time. I know he has very little and then he say “I have a few minutes left… I want to hear you cum again. Do you think you can do that?” My mind races. It usually takes me LONGER the second time. But with his voice in my ear instead of panic I am excited to see if I can. I quickly sit back up, grab my toy and say “I want to try.”

He is already painting a picture for my brain to imagine as I ready myself. I gasp audibly as I place my toy back inside and turn it on. OH GOD… it is SO wet, SO slippery and his liquid voice is fucking my mind with the next public sex scenario. This time we are at a park, walking in the woods, becoming passionate right there on the path. Taking me out in the open and suddenly I am orgasming. How is this happening? How did he do that? I’ve NEVER cum so fast in my life. I am astonished and fascinated by this and realize it is all of it. It is the fantasy, the potential reality, the voice, the story, his dominance, my ready submission and our mutual chemistry.

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