There are an extraordinary number of pillows in this room. Enough to build a mound of them to lean back on and still have enough left over to provide strategic cover. Enough to make me start wondering what we might be able to get away with.
Maybe, if we are very stealthy about it, we might be able to pull your trousers down just enough for me to take you in my mouth without be noticed by anyone at the party going on just outside the door. If we adjust the pillows just so, no one should be able to see the way you entwine your fingers in my hair when I suck my cheeks in and slowly descend on your cock. Maybe we could we could arrange ourselves in such a way that your other hand fondling my ass isn't visible to anyone walking by the window. With enough cover, I can take my time sucking you in long, deep strokes that go all the way to the back of my throat until, if you're very quiet about it, you flood my mouth your cum without attracting the attention of the people just a few short feet down the hall. Maybe when someone finally comes looking for us I can lay back on this pillow here and we can pretend we've only been sitting and talking like this all night long.
Maybe.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Trouble
I noticed him immediately, of course. He is the kind of man who spells trouble for a girl like me. Charming and sexy, easy to talk to and an eye for mischief make him all but irresistible. And being surrounded by people all the time made him all but untouchable.
He's the kind of man that, if you do get him alone, you really should make the most of it. Undo all the buttons on that shirt and trousers he'd rather not have been wearing anyway and unwrap him like a present. Take him by the hand and lead him to the bed so he can lay there and watch while you strip for him. Stretch yourself out on the bed next to him and pull his body tight against yours. Look in his eyes and tell him he can have you any way he wants and seal it with a kiss. When he realizes the lateness of the hour and tries to leave, wrap your legs around his waist and beg him to please fuck you just one last time.
None of those things actually happened. Instead we sat on the sofa talking and listening to music until the small hours of the morning and then I walked him to the door and he was gone except for the vague scent of him still on my shirt. I ended up falling asleep wearing it, but not before wearing out the batteries in the pocket vibrator I carry around with me everywhere for just this sort of emergency.
He's the kind of man that, if you do get him alone, you really should make the most of it. Undo all the buttons on that shirt and trousers he'd rather not have been wearing anyway and unwrap him like a present. Take him by the hand and lead him to the bed so he can lay there and watch while you strip for him. Stretch yourself out on the bed next to him and pull his body tight against yours. Look in his eyes and tell him he can have you any way he wants and seal it with a kiss. When he realizes the lateness of the hour and tries to leave, wrap your legs around his waist and beg him to please fuck you just one last time.
None of those things actually happened. Instead we sat on the sofa talking and listening to music until the small hours of the morning and then I walked him to the door and he was gone except for the vague scent of him still on my shirt. I ended up falling asleep wearing it, but not before wearing out the batteries in the pocket vibrator I carry around with me everywhere for just this sort of emergency.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Warm
Sitting across the table from my former lover, I self consciously tugged at the ends of my sleeves trying to hide the rope marks that had been left on my wrists by a current one. "You seem like you don't want to be here," observed the muse irritatedly.
The truth is I wasn't. In my head, I was still back in my hotel room, where 30 minutes earlier I had been bound with my hands behind my back while a new friend brutalized my ass, first with his hand, then his belt, a steel butt plug, and finally his cock. I could still feel his hands on my hips pulling me back to him each time I seemed in danger of wriggling away. The intensity was too much for me to be able to hold still. Or, apparently, for me to be able to focus later on while having dinner with someone else.
I didn't answer. My fingers traced the indentations on my wrists even as I tried to hide them. The restaurant, and the company, were cold. The warmth of my ass cheeks, still tingling from the spanking and the belt, kept taking me back to my warm bed and the soft rope my friend had left behind for me. Next time I won't be so easily persuaded to leave it behind.
The truth is I wasn't. In my head, I was still back in my hotel room, where 30 minutes earlier I had been bound with my hands behind my back while a new friend brutalized my ass, first with his hand, then his belt, a steel butt plug, and finally his cock. I could still feel his hands on my hips pulling me back to him each time I seemed in danger of wriggling away. The intensity was too much for me to be able to hold still. Or, apparently, for me to be able to focus later on while having dinner with someone else.
I didn't answer. My fingers traced the indentations on my wrists even as I tried to hide them. The restaurant, and the company, were cold. The warmth of my ass cheeks, still tingling from the spanking and the belt, kept taking me back to my warm bed and the soft rope my friend had left behind for me. Next time I won't be so easily persuaded to leave it behind.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Vinyl Pants
It was your e-mail that reminded me. The one about the scary pants.
Skin tight black vinyl, with a zipper that goes all the way around front to back. I scared you the first time I wore them - the conservative Catholic boy from the suburbs had no idea what to make of a woman in pants like that. In the end you just went home.
I sit at my desk in my office reading your e-mail and smile, remembering.
It was the second time I wore them that I got the reaction I was looking for. After the music, after the drinks, after the bar closed and our friends had all gone home, you walked me to my door and said goodbye - kissed me goodbye actually, with your hands on my waist and your index finger tracing up and down the zipper along the back of my pants. Kissed me goodbye, but you didn't leave.
I hit reply, but I don't type anything. The memory is interfering with my ability to write coherent sentences.
I'd never gotten up three flights of stairs wearing 5 inch heels so fast in all my life. We'd barely shut the door before you had me pinned against it. Both our shirts came off immediately, but your hands were still below my waist, pressing into my thighs as you gripped at the vinyl and kissed me urgently.
I'll never be able to concentrate like this. I get up and quietly shut the door to my office. I sit back down and reach for the drawer with my purse inside.
I pushed you backward into my bedroom working on the fly of your jeans on the way. At the foot of my bed, you ran your hand along my zippered crotch. "You are so fucking sexy in these pants," you said as you started slowly pulling down the zipper.
There is a tiny, pink bullet vibrator in my purse. It is also very quiet. I reach for it, twist it on, sink down in my chair. My hand and the bullet slide up under my skirt.
Halfway around, you couldn't reach the zipper pull from the front anymore, and you turned me around and bent me over with my hands braced on the edge of the bed while you finished undoing the zipper all the way. Behind me I heard your pants drop to the floor and a wave of heat washed over me. I needed you inside me right that very second. I whispered your name. "Please..."
I am already soaking wet. The bullet slides in tiny circles around my clit. I slide two fingers easily inside my dripping cunt, remembering that moment of anticipation, the incredibly sexy sound of your pants sliding down your legs right before you rammed your cock into me.
I felt your hands on my ass, pulling the two sides of the pants far enough apart to keep from getting chaffed on the zipper. Your cock slid easily into my soaking wet pussy and you fucked me in a steady rhythm while I rocked back against you. The cinnamon skin of your hands was beautiful against the pale white of my tits and I jumped a bit when you pinched my nipples unexpectedly.
I press the bullet harder against my clit, fuck myself faster with my fingers. My breath comes in ragged little gasps. I am sitting behind my desk, but anyone walking by the window into the hall could see my face and know exactly what I was up to.
You fucked me harder then, your hands now gripping my hips tightly and pulling me back onto you hard enough for me to struggle to keep my footing. You reached one hand forward to rub my clit but you barely touched it before I was gone, my pussy pulsing around your cock and soaking us both with my come.
I'm going to come. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, but I'm still not able to suppress the whimper that escapes my lips as my pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers. I open my eyes and look toward the window. No one there. I twist the vibrator off and put it away. I lick the come off my fingers while I pause to catch my breath.
That was it. You shoved me forward hard so that I fell face down on the bed and then you fell on top of me, pushing your cock back inside me and fucking me hard while gripping at anything you could reach -my tits, my shoulders, my face. You came hard, holding me still by the shoulders and moaning against my ear, until we both lay still, spent and panting while you ran your fingers up and down one shiny leg of my pants.
I look at my screen, the cursor blinking at me still waiting for my reply. "Drinks Friday, right?" your e-mail read. "Are you going to wear the scary pants?" Definitely.
Skin tight black vinyl, with a zipper that goes all the way around front to back. I scared you the first time I wore them - the conservative Catholic boy from the suburbs had no idea what to make of a woman in pants like that. In the end you just went home.
I sit at my desk in my office reading your e-mail and smile, remembering.
It was the second time I wore them that I got the reaction I was looking for. After the music, after the drinks, after the bar closed and our friends had all gone home, you walked me to my door and said goodbye - kissed me goodbye actually, with your hands on my waist and your index finger tracing up and down the zipper along the back of my pants. Kissed me goodbye, but you didn't leave.
I hit reply, but I don't type anything. The memory is interfering with my ability to write coherent sentences.
I'd never gotten up three flights of stairs wearing 5 inch heels so fast in all my life. We'd barely shut the door before you had me pinned against it. Both our shirts came off immediately, but your hands were still below my waist, pressing into my thighs as you gripped at the vinyl and kissed me urgently.
I'll never be able to concentrate like this. I get up and quietly shut the door to my office. I sit back down and reach for the drawer with my purse inside.
I pushed you backward into my bedroom working on the fly of your jeans on the way. At the foot of my bed, you ran your hand along my zippered crotch. "You are so fucking sexy in these pants," you said as you started slowly pulling down the zipper.
There is a tiny, pink bullet vibrator in my purse. It is also very quiet. I reach for it, twist it on, sink down in my chair. My hand and the bullet slide up under my skirt.
Halfway around, you couldn't reach the zipper pull from the front anymore, and you turned me around and bent me over with my hands braced on the edge of the bed while you finished undoing the zipper all the way. Behind me I heard your pants drop to the floor and a wave of heat washed over me. I needed you inside me right that very second. I whispered your name. "Please..."
I am already soaking wet. The bullet slides in tiny circles around my clit. I slide two fingers easily inside my dripping cunt, remembering that moment of anticipation, the incredibly sexy sound of your pants sliding down your legs right before you rammed your cock into me.
I felt your hands on my ass, pulling the two sides of the pants far enough apart to keep from getting chaffed on the zipper. Your cock slid easily into my soaking wet pussy and you fucked me in a steady rhythm while I rocked back against you. The cinnamon skin of your hands was beautiful against the pale white of my tits and I jumped a bit when you pinched my nipples unexpectedly.
I press the bullet harder against my clit, fuck myself faster with my fingers. My breath comes in ragged little gasps. I am sitting behind my desk, but anyone walking by the window into the hall could see my face and know exactly what I was up to.
You fucked me harder then, your hands now gripping my hips tightly and pulling me back onto you hard enough for me to struggle to keep my footing. You reached one hand forward to rub my clit but you barely touched it before I was gone, my pussy pulsing around your cock and soaking us both with my come.
I'm going to come. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, but I'm still not able to suppress the whimper that escapes my lips as my pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers. I open my eyes and look toward the window. No one there. I twist the vibrator off and put it away. I lick the come off my fingers while I pause to catch my breath.
That was it. You shoved me forward hard so that I fell face down on the bed and then you fell on top of me, pushing your cock back inside me and fucking me hard while gripping at anything you could reach -my tits, my shoulders, my face. You came hard, holding me still by the shoulders and moaning against my ear, until we both lay still, spent and panting while you ran your fingers up and down one shiny leg of my pants.
I look at my screen, the cursor blinking at me still waiting for my reply. "Drinks Friday, right?" your e-mail read. "Are you going to wear the scary pants?" Definitely.
Friday, March 11, 2011
His
The box came in the mail to my office where it sat all afternoon in discreet brown packaging. Now, finally home and sat on my bed, the wrappings discarded, I run my fingers over my new wrist and ankle cuffs feeling the supple leather, the softness of the lining against my skin. A thousand scenes race through my mind at once. In all of them he's standing over me and I am powerless.
I know that I won't see the muse for another three months. Should I try them on now? Should I wait? Can I wait? Of course I can't, who do I think I'm fooling? Besides, he'll want photos.
The photos need to be just so. Five inch heels. My hair pulled back like it will be in May to improve the view of his cock sliding between my lips. The long black corset I bought last year to surprise him at Christmas.
I lay out the rest of the things I'll need - my camera and tripod, a dildo, the glass butt plug - get dressed, fasten all the buckles on my new restraints. I gaze down at myself. I look...well, how do I look? I turn to the mirror seeking an answer. Owned, replies my reflection. You looked owned.
I know that I won't see the muse for another three months. Should I try them on now? Should I wait? Can I wait? Of course I can't, who do I think I'm fooling? Besides, he'll want photos.
The photos need to be just so. Five inch heels. My hair pulled back like it will be in May to improve the view of his cock sliding between my lips. The long black corset I bought last year to surprise him at Christmas.
I lay out the rest of the things I'll need - my camera and tripod, a dildo, the glass butt plug - get dressed, fasten all the buckles on my new restraints. I gaze down at myself. I look...well, how do I look? I turn to the mirror seeking an answer. Owned, replies my reflection. You looked owned.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Vacation 2
I'd tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. I finally drifted off just after dawn. Being abruptly awakened half an hour later would normally have made me incredibly angry. But when the muse slapped me across the face and I opened my eyes to find him kneeling over me I was too tired and groggy to object. "Suck my cock," he growled, grabbing my hair at the back of my head and forcing his cock into my mouth. I struggled to breathe as he pushed my head down onto him and battered the back of my throat. My eyes watered with the effort not to gag on him.
Just when I was sure I was going to suffocate he let go of my head and instead got on top of me, pinning my arms at my side and and slamming his hard cock into my aching and soaking wet pussy. "I own you," he said as he fucked me with a level of brutality I hadn't seen from him all week. "You're mine to fuck however I want, whenever I want. You're a filthy slut to be used for my pleasure." I feared the bed would break from the way it was shaking, and I was sure I was going to have bruises on my inner thighs from being pounded so hard. I struggled to get my arms free as I begged him to use me, to let me be his dirty whore and never stop fucking me. I felt him shoot his spunk deep inside my already painfully sore pussy.
He climbed off of me and laid back down. I'd been asking him to wake me up with sex for over a year. "I thought that was never going to happen," I smiled.
"Of course it was," he said, wrapping me in his arms. "It's just the first time I've ever been awake before you." I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Just when I was sure I was going to suffocate he let go of my head and instead got on top of me, pinning my arms at my side and and slamming his hard cock into my aching and soaking wet pussy. "I own you," he said as he fucked me with a level of brutality I hadn't seen from him all week. "You're mine to fuck however I want, whenever I want. You're a filthy slut to be used for my pleasure." I feared the bed would break from the way it was shaking, and I was sure I was going to have bruises on my inner thighs from being pounded so hard. I struggled to get my arms free as I begged him to use me, to let me be his dirty whore and never stop fucking me. I felt him shoot his spunk deep inside my already painfully sore pussy.
He climbed off of me and laid back down. I'd been asking him to wake me up with sex for over a year. "I thought that was never going to happen," I smiled.
"Of course it was," he said, wrapping me in his arms. "It's just the first time I've ever been awake before you." I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Vacation
"Don't move," he said, and I didn't. I held completely still as he slid his cock all the way inside me with excruciating slowness and then stopped. I stayed still as stone as he slowly pulled it all the way back out. I held myself frozen while he gradually pushed himself back inside of me. I could feel my orgasm building with every single slow, deliberate thrust. I fought the urge to move my hips to meet him. I struggled to keep my body from shaking. I forced myself not to make a sound. When he finally allowed me to move, I wrapped my arms around him tightly and cried out as I came so hard and so long I thought it might never stop.
When I'd caught my breath he kissed me. "Don't move," he said again, and I didn't.
So went the morning.
When I'd caught my breath he kissed me. "Don't move," he said again, and I didn't.
So went the morning.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Christmas Present
"So did you bring it?" An old friend from home had asked me to get him a jersey from my local football team. I stopped over his place when I went home for the holidays to give it to him.
"Of course I did."
"Well where is it?"
I slipped off my floor length winter coat and handed it to him, revealing his new jersey that I'd been wearing underneath like a too short dress and accessorized with nothing but a garter belt and stockings. "It's right here," I said, turning my back on him and walking toward his bedroom. "But you'll have to come and take it from me."
"Of course I did."
"Well where is it?"
I slipped off my floor length winter coat and handed it to him, revealing his new jersey that I'd been wearing underneath like a too short dress and accessorized with nothing but a garter belt and stockings. "It's right here," I said, turning my back on him and walking toward his bedroom. "But you'll have to come and take it from me."
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