The Intimate Act

There is the initial heat, the initial flash of white hot heat that sears every nerve ending in my groin as the first flick of your tongue hits my clit. And I am transported. Your tongue continues to work its magic and my juices start to flow. You groan as you taste my moisture and start your work in earnest. I've always wondered why you like the taste of me so much, but then again I love the smell of my fingers after they've been in my pussy, so I guess I shouldn't question that you enjoy it as well.

I am floating along enjoying your work. Your tongue alternates between my clit, making it harder, and my pussy, making it wetter. And all I can do is moan. And sigh. And try not to cum just yet. I know that your goal is to make me cum, to begin to cum and keep on cuming until I am spent, but I hold that first one at bay as long as I can. Once I start to climax, its all about the next orgasm and I can't concentrate on the feeling, the pure enjoyment of tongue, lips and fingers working between my thighs all for my pleasure. Yes, I'm greedy. I love being eaten and I love that it is one of your favorite things to do.

My tit rings are standing straight up because of the hardness of my nipples. They beg for attention and I gently touch each of them. Since getting pieced, my nipples are ten times more sensitive then before and the slightest tough can send me over the edge. As I start to rub and stroke them, my hips start to react to your work to the south.

I am now so close that I can hardly contain myself when you pause to take a deep breathe, and the cool rush of air stiffens my clit all the more. You sense this even before you see it (I am watching you now, and I see your eyes widen in surprise when you see it grow). That is all you need to double you attention to it and now you suck on it deeply as you insert two fingers into my pussy and begin to stroke my g-spot. I am done for now and the first wave of orgasm starts to build from my nipples, across my belly and my groin muscles contract as it crescendos in my pussy and a huge moan escapes me.

And now you are working my clit hard and fast, my little clit that grows and grows until you can hold it between two fingers and stroke it off - just like you are now stroking yourself off - and while you stroke the both of us off in wave after wave of orgasm, you watch me work my nipples and raise my hips to meet your efforts and as the last of the orgasms crash through us both, we scream in unison with the intensity of it all......and we are spent from the heat.

Posted by Me on 30-05-2011 22:04:15 | Permalink | Comments

The five hour flight has left me ragged and drained as the taxi drops me off at the appointed address. The streets are still shiny black from the predicted rain storm earlier in the day. I smile. I love the look of the city after it rains. The way the neon bleeds on the wet pavement reminds me of one of your freshly painted canvas. New and magical.

My first thoughts are of a nice warm bath and a long nap but as I slide my key in the lock, I think of you. It is still hours before I see you but just as quickly as that thought whispers across my mind, I am aware that there is much to do before we meet. I hurry into the bedroom, drop my bags in a heap and quickly peel off my travel clothes. The room is chilly so I grab a robe from the closet on my way to the bathroom. I turn on the hot water on full to warm the room. As it does I quickly unpack my wardrobe for tonight. All has been carefully planned to please you.

The bathroom is now steamy and moist as I drop the robe and step into the shower. I dive under the spray and it hits my skin with force enough to wash away all the travel fatigue. I reach for the soap and work it in my hand to create a nice rich lather and the spicy aroma fills the air and makes me happy as I know the scent will linger on my skin for hours and only intensify as it blends with my own natural musk. I touch my collar with the rich lather and start my ritual. First the lather is worked in my skin starting with my breasts and working in ever intense circles massage my auroras and nipples until they are stiff and full. Again, the thought of you glides across my consciousness. For the moment I forget my purpose and my nipples grow harder and the moisture I now feel between my legs has nothing to do with the water cascading down my back. My soapy hands slide over my round belly and begins to work my crown of golden red curls. My fingers slide further southward over my clean shaved mound and quickly touch my clitoris. A moan escapes my lips as my knees buckle slightly. I lose myself as my fingers tweet and tease my button until climax. Left to my own devises, I would continue on and on until fully spent. The clock in the entry chiming the hour brings me back to task at hand. After completing my shower, I dry off with one of the big plush towels on the rack and the apply scented lotion to every inch of my towel tingled skin. As I carefully apply make-up I am distracted by the twinkle in my eye's reflection. It is then that I realize how excited for the evening ahead to begin. I dress with care, impatient to get every detail right. Finally, when I examine the results in the full mirror across from the bed, I am satisfied and hope that you will be pleased.

At the last possible moment without being late, I exit the building and glide down the still rain soaked sidewalk, singing to myself. The few people still on the street pass in a blur. I am consumed with reaching my destination. That first moment when I see the smile on your face, the mix of pleasure and desire in your eyes and you take me in your arms. Only then will I be able to breathe. To drink deep your scent and know I am home.

Posted by Me on 19-12-2010 22:35:09 | Permalink | Comments

The pain was sudden and sharp, but not as bad as I thought it would be. And then he walk away for a moment before returning to finish the job. And you let him, and you loved watching me squirm.

It was all my idea. That's what I keep telling myself, that it was all my idea. Or at least I think we had this conversation months ago, but after a rather intense session last night, you told me that it was a requirement and I laughed. And you promptly took me across your knee and spanked me until I cried and promised to do it today.

So I roamed the city all day today gathering my courage, knowing that at some point I would have to call you and tell you where to meet me to witness the act. I invited a girlfriend to lunch for moral support even though I didn't dare discuss it with her. I shopped for pretty lingerie that I knew would please you as a peace offering. I even went bar hopping hoping to get drunk enough so that I would be turned down, but after the second drink, I knew that disobeying you would hurt worse then what I was about to do.

I found the torn and battered card in my wallet. The one that had been hiding there for over a year and made the call. They could take me at 4 o'clock. I sent you a brief message from the bar and the walked out into the bright afternoon sunshine. I hailed a cab and headed across town. The cab pulled up in front of the address and as I exited the cab, I saw you get out of your car. Surprised to see you already there, I started to walk towards you, but something in your eyes brought me up short and I turned to enter the building instead. At a short distance you followed me up the stairs and down the hallway to the entrance of the establishment.

Without a word from you, I approached the clerk at the desk and as calmly as possible, made my inquiry. Informed that they were waiting for me and it would only be a few minutes, I handed over four crisp bills and signed my name in a book as directed. The clerk looked over to you and asked if you can be helped, but I quickly reply, "He's with me." The clerk turned back to me, tells me a room number and points down the hall. I muttered my thanks and start down the hall with you in my wake. The moment has arrived and I can put this off no longer. As I approach the door, I hesitate, but looking over my shoulder at you, I know that there is no turning back. Just as I reach for the handle, the door is opened by a tall, lanky man covered with tattoos and piercings. He's no nonsense and I'll get no sympathy from him. He's seen all types and doesn't care. He's the best in the business because of this attitude.

He tells me to show him where he is to work and lie down on the table. A quick examination and he's ready to sterilize the area. He tells me to take a deep breathe and as my lungs expand, I feel the needle pierce the skin. He tells me to quickly exhale and as the air rushes out between my lips, the needle breaks through to the other side. The pain is sudden and sharp, but not as bad as I thought it would be. And then he walks away for a moment before returning to finish the job of inserting the ring through my nipple, which hurts worse then the piercing. And you let him, and you love watching me suffer, because you see the look of absolute triumph and joy on my face.

As we make our way our of the shop and down the stairs, I can feel my new adornment with ever step I take. It has a life of its own and is introducing itself to the rest of my body. I am conscience of its presence and I am pleasantly off balanced. You stop and pull me close and as you hug me tight, I winch. You smile slightly and ask if it hurts. I reply that it does, but not unbearably so. After all it was my idea remember? In response you kiss my forehead. Now I carry the mark of ownership, but then again, I belonged to you all along.

Posted by Me on 05-12-2010 02:26:53 | Permalink | Comments

The minute I walk into the room, I feel your eyes upon me. The crowded lounge hummed with the mixed bag of conversations from the after-work commuters waiting out the rainstorm with a drink and a quick bite before packing the trains to head home. And even though at first scan, I can't find you, I know that you are already there and watching my every move. As I descend the flight of stairs to the main bar, I feel you review my performance. The high heels, the seamed stockings, the wraparound low cut black & white dress were all picked out this morning for this very moment. The first moment that I would appear at the top of the stairs and pause briefly before descending into the fray.

You have told me countless times how much you like watching me move. Whether its crawling across the floor of your loft, walking from the metro to my office building in the morning or deeply stretching after a good, hard orgasm on a Sunday afternoon. And so I now move with extra purpose because I know you are watching.

When I do finally spot you, you are not alone, but with another beautiful redhead. She too has dressed for this occasion and we look like bookends. As I approach, I catch the sparkle of desire/delight in your blue eyes and just that twinkle of light feeds my desire for you all the more, even before you reach out to draw me to you and kiss my ear. You introduce us and as we embrace, we both stammer "You're beautiful!" and then laugh in unison that we have jinxed each other.

You hand me a French Martini and as we clink our glasses in cheers, you and I lock eyes. You are smiling broadly and you seem delighted with yourself. I know that my face mirrors yours as we have long talked about this moment. You have found my twin and she is my birthday present. You have never forgotten one of our first long, deep into the night, sessions where I expressed the desire to have sex with myself. In finding her, you are offering me the chance to do just that and you can't wait to watch it all.

As we sip our drinks, you chat with my twin while you possessively stroke my lower back and ass. From time to time, I glance around at the people in the room and feel the lust in their commuter eyes as they gaze upon our triad. When I have finished my drink, you hand me a key card and whisper instructions in my ear as you again kiss my earlobe before sending me on my way.

I thread my way slowly through the crowd to the entry and through the hotel lobby to the elevator bank. Up I ride to the ninth floor, out of the elevator to the door of the room and slide the key card into the lock. As the green light flashes and the door unlocks, my heart quickens.

Inside, I notice that the room has been prepared for my arrival and quickly open the box lying on the bed waiting for me. Once my dress is off and hung in the closet, I proceed to collar and cuff myself. As the last ring is secured, I hear the door open and the sound of your voice. You and my twin enter the suite and view me strapped corner to corner widthwise across the bed. As you lower yourself in the overstuffed chair directly in front of the window, she stands between us, unties the tie on her wrap dress and lets it fall to the floor.

Her full breasts are amazing in the sheer lace bra, her shaved mound glistens between the black garter belt straps above her long legs and I feel my desire rise. I look past her left hip to see that you are totally into this already. She notices my gaze and slowly turns around so that you can have a full view as well. You motion for her to approach you and when she is standing in front of you, you hand her something. Because of the angle, I can't see what it is until she steps back, puts her hand on your shoulder for support and raise one leg to which you hold out a strap of black leather for her to step into. First one leg and then the other. You reach behind her and adjust the studded leather securely on her hips. When she turns back to me, I see that it is a harness to which a large dildo has been inserted. She takes the three or four steps towards the side of the bed and begins to crawl between my spread eagle legs strapped to the bedposts.

Our eyes connect as she leans forward and begins to lick my flaming hot pussy. I have never been with a woman before and it's amazing how quickly she goes right to the source of the heat and begins to lick and eat me with gusto. After a few minutes I am withering and quivering uncontrollably. I want to cum so bad, but know that I can not without permission. I look over her lovely ass to you and you just smile. You know my agony, my need, my request without my saying a word and you slowly shake your head from side to side. You will not let me off so easily and I must endure this sweet, sweet torture. As my twin, sucks my clit to full erection, a loud moan of pleasure escapes my lips. I mumble, "Please Daddy." To which you reply, "Not yet, my pet, the show has just begun," and again I moan and then breathlessly respond, "Yes, Sir."

I loose track of time as I give into the pleasure of my twin's ministrations to my juicy love box when I become conscience of you quietly, but firmly instruct, "Fuck her now" and her mouth releases my clit and begins licking her way up my torso to meet me face to face. It is like looking in a mirror and I get off on the fact that I am indeed about to fuck myself. Her chin is shiny slick with my juices and for a third time our eyes lock in full desire as she slowly slides the strap-on into my hungry, craving pussy and begins to fuck me. As the rhythm builds, she begins to suck and pull on my nipple rings and I am overwhelmed. My need for release is so strong, but I know that I must not without your permission and so I close my eyes in order to hang on just a little bit longer.

All at once, I feel a change of energy in the room, I open my eyes as my twin continues to pound the thick rubber dildo into my slippery pussy and before me is your engorged cock, a single pearl of pre-cum on the head, awaiting my hungry mouth. You thrust it deep and fully into my mouth and begin fucking my throat. Tears of joy run into my ears as I hear the words I've waited all day to hear: "Cum for me my pet, cum!" and instantly I release wave after wave of glorious orgasms as you also release and I greedily swallow every drop of your need.

Posted by Me on 17-10-2010 00:26:53 | Permalink | Comments

Here's what I know so far.....

If this were you beside me, we would have driven like bats out of Hell, music blaring, windows down going for broke. As soon as we got out on the open road, You would have put the car on cruise control, moved the seat back and I would have had my face buried in your lap, sucking your dick to the rhythm of your moans while you drove. After you came, I would have had my top off, with my perky tits available for your tweeking pleasure, my skirt hiked up, feet on the dash, and I would have masturbated for you. I would have followed your instructions to play with my clit, then stick two fingers deep inside and when I was on the brink of cuming, you would tell me to take them away and suck them clean. Once my fingers were complete clean, you would have told me to begin again. As the music blared our favorite tunes, I would have screamed at the top of my lungs every time you allowed me to cum. You would have laughed as you pulled even with truckers so that they could watch me cum on command for you.

If this were you beside me, we would have stopped at a roadhouse along the way and you would have made me walk in 10 paces in front of you so that you could have watched the reaction of the others in the place as I strutted my ass across the dance floor to the bar and then ordered the best tequila in the house. After we had a couple of shots, you would have pointed out people that you liked the looks of and the possibility of whether they would have been receptive to my advances. There would have been at least one that would have been bold enough to approach you and engage you in conversation, flirt with me (to gadge your reaction) before buying us another round. He would have then asked you whether you pimped me out or not, to which you would have responded, "She's her own whore, I merely control her leash."

If this were you beside me, we would have checked into a no-tel motel not because it's cheap, but because we knew it was a place that we knew we could fuck all night, banging my head, your head, both heads against the wall and no one would complain. You would have bent me in two and shoved your dick in my ass and howled at the moon as I begged for more and you pounded it deeper and deeper until your ball sac banged against my pussy. It would have been a place where the guy next door might have joined in by yelling thru the wall "fuck her once for me, buddy!" and you would have responded "I already had your fucking whore, this one's all mine!" and when you finally did cum, your screams of joy and release, the music that makes me cum again and again, would have been heard 5 rooms away.

.... and that's all I know.

Posted by Me on 02-10-2010 05:46:00 | Permalink | Comments