Monday, September 28, 2009
Alone At Last - 100 Words
The door has barely closed before he is on me, pinning me against it and kissing me roughly. There is no romantic pretense - his hands go straight to my belt and then my jeans are undone and his hand is nudging my soaking panties out of his way. He fucks me with his fingers while I cling to his neck. When I come, I soak his hand and my legs give out. He catches me on his knee. I cling to him a moment panting, then I pull myself together and ask him, "Will you please take me to bed?"
Showtime - 75 Words
The mic is live, but I can be quiet when I have to be. And right now I have to be. He is softly lapping at my pussy, his eyes locked on mine. I want to push his face against my cunt. I want to throw my head back and scream his name. Instead I close my eyes and bite my finger. I must be careful to be quiet, after all, the mic is live.
Good morning - 50 Words
I wake up in his arms and lay there til I feel him stir. He is still groggy with sleep, but he pulls my legs apart and runs his fingers along my slit. He smiles. "I love that you are always wet," he says as he slides his fingers in.
First Time - 25 Words
"Do you want me to come?" he asks me. I mumble something affirmative. Moments later I am flooded with his come and my joy.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Just Out of Reach
I am splayed out on the bed. My wrists handcuffed to the headboard, my ankles cuffed and fastened to the legs, I am a big X across the bedspread, naked and exposed. He left me like this 10 minutes ago. I would be squirming but I really can't move much.
When he finally returns he stands at the foot of the bed surveying his captive. He's seen me naked so many times, but spread out so obscenely I am self-conscious under his gaze. And oh, what a gaze! He stares silently at me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, his eyes flashing, an evil grin playing at his lips. He knows just how to fuck with my head. My thoughts race trying to guess what he's up to. He pauses a moment with his hands on his belt buckle. He knows I go crazy for him bare-chested in jeans. Looking at him leaves my pussy so soaked I feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass. Finally, his jeans come off. His cock is rock hard, straining toward me. My arms ache with the need to stroke it, the need to run my hands up his back and pull him down to me. The handcuffs dig into my wrists as I strain against them.
"What do you want?" he asks. It is a command as much as a question.
"Your cock," I reply.
"What about it?" He is not about to allow such a vague answer to suffice.
"I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me with it."
"This cock?" he asks, slowly stroking it.
"Yes, that cock. Your cock. I need you to fuck me with your cock. Please."
He doesn't answer this. Instead he kneels on the bed between my legs, still stroking his cock, faster now, and watches me. He is so close I can feel the hair on his arm brushing my thigh. But he doesn't touch me. At all. Not even a tease. He simply kneels there, jerking off just out of my reach. I can't stand it. I am fighting hard now against my restraints trying to move a leg enough to brush up against him or to push myself low enough to to rub my pussy on the head of his cock, but I am bound to tightly for that. My cunt aches to be filled. I need his cock inside me. I need to come. I beg him, plead with him to please fuck me, please, at least finger fuck me, at least rub my clit, anything. He ignores all of it. I have spent myself trying to get out of my shackles and I finally fall back limply, closing my eyes in frustration and exhaustion. This gets a reaction. "No," he says sharply. "Open your eyes and look at me. You are going to watch me. You are going to watch me until I come." I do as I am told. It is agony. Out of sheer frustration I find the strength to pull once more against my restraints. My arms and legs are burning with the effort. I am sure if I can just touch him, just brush up against him a little, that he will give in and fuck me and end my misery, but once again my efforts are futile. I need to come so much it hurts and I say so. It's more than I can take, I tell him, you have to do this for me. You have to. When I hear his breathing quicken I know my pleas are too late. I watch helplessly, moaning, as his hot come shoots out onto my stomach and pussy.
He turns away from me now, getting dressed again with his back to me. When he finishes, he comes and sits on the side of the bed, leaning in close as if to kiss me. But of course he doesn't. Instead, he hovers with his lips just out of reach and whispers cruelly "Maybe next time," then gets up and walks from the room, leaving me there still bound to the bed.
When he finally returns he stands at the foot of the bed surveying his captive. He's seen me naked so many times, but spread out so obscenely I am self-conscious under his gaze. And oh, what a gaze! He stares silently at me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, his eyes flashing, an evil grin playing at his lips. He knows just how to fuck with my head. My thoughts race trying to guess what he's up to. He pauses a moment with his hands on his belt buckle. He knows I go crazy for him bare-chested in jeans. Looking at him leaves my pussy so soaked I feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass. Finally, his jeans come off. His cock is rock hard, straining toward me. My arms ache with the need to stroke it, the need to run my hands up his back and pull him down to me. The handcuffs dig into my wrists as I strain against them.
"What do you want?" he asks. It is a command as much as a question.
"Your cock," I reply.
"What about it?" He is not about to allow such a vague answer to suffice.
"I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me with it."
"This cock?" he asks, slowly stroking it.
"Yes, that cock. Your cock. I need you to fuck me with your cock. Please."
He doesn't answer this. Instead he kneels on the bed between my legs, still stroking his cock, faster now, and watches me. He is so close I can feel the hair on his arm brushing my thigh. But he doesn't touch me. At all. Not even a tease. He simply kneels there, jerking off just out of my reach. I can't stand it. I am fighting hard now against my restraints trying to move a leg enough to brush up against him or to push myself low enough to to rub my pussy on the head of his cock, but I am bound to tightly for that. My cunt aches to be filled. I need his cock inside me. I need to come. I beg him, plead with him to please fuck me, please, at least finger fuck me, at least rub my clit, anything. He ignores all of it. I have spent myself trying to get out of my shackles and I finally fall back limply, closing my eyes in frustration and exhaustion. This gets a reaction. "No," he says sharply. "Open your eyes and look at me. You are going to watch me. You are going to watch me until I come." I do as I am told. It is agony. Out of sheer frustration I find the strength to pull once more against my restraints. My arms and legs are burning with the effort. I am sure if I can just touch him, just brush up against him a little, that he will give in and fuck me and end my misery, but once again my efforts are futile. I need to come so much it hurts and I say so. It's more than I can take, I tell him, you have to do this for me. You have to. When I hear his breathing quicken I know my pleas are too late. I watch helplessly, moaning, as his hot come shoots out onto my stomach and pussy.
He turns away from me now, getting dressed again with his back to me. When he finishes, he comes and sits on the side of the bed, leaning in close as if to kiss me. But of course he doesn't. Instead, he hovers with his lips just out of reach and whispers cruelly "Maybe next time," then gets up and walks from the room, leaving me there still bound to the bed.
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