9.30.2004
- As I slip into the slightly too hot water, you run your hand down my back. It give me the chills, and I drop the final few inches, splashing everything. We both giggle for a second, then I settle back against your warm chest, sighing in contentment. I slowly drift off as you rub your hands up and down my arms and legs. I can feel your breath, hot on my neck. I can feel your cock, hot against my back. I can feel you, enfolding me, protecting me, warming me, loving me. I feel so content, safe, warm, complete.
Your caressing hands slowly move inwards, to the insides of my thighs. I sigh softly and settle slightly off to one side, so your left hand has easy access to my pussy, while the other settles softly on my breast, cupping it, squeezing slightly, softly, warm from the water. Your left hand moves in slow circles, up and down my thighs as you breath softly in my ear. "So beautiful" you mummer, and your fingers graze against my lips. I nod slowly, willing to agree to anything you say. One finger slips between my lips, slowly tracing, up and down, avoiding my clit ever so carefully. I push slightly against your finger, wanting a harsher touch, but it only makes you remove your hand, and cup my breast. Now, holding both, you squeeze softly, bouncing them, admiring them. "So perfect" you whisper, hot in my ear, tickling me, making a chill rush through my body again.
I lean to the side so that I can turn around and kiss you, gently, softly, nibbling the tiniest bit, running my tongue over your lips. You relent, and return your hand to my pussy, rubbing again, but still staying away from my clit, dipping occasionally down to my ass, but never inside, just a gentle caress. I turn a little more, dislodging your right hand from my breast, so that I can touch your chest, playing with your nipple, playing gently with the ring through it. You sigh and relax even more, sliding down a few inches in the hot water, pushing your hardening cock against my ass. I wrap my free hand around it, feeling the heat even through the hot water, squeezing hard, then releasing to watch it swell, faster and faster. Your hand reflects your growing excitement, rubbing faster, pausing to circle me, feeling how hot and wet I am. I push against you again, trying to convey my need, but you back off, pulling my lips closed, and rubbing your hand over them.
Suddenly, your eyes open. "Get up" you tell me. I comply, mourning for an instant the wonderful hot bath. You stand up beside me, then lean over to kiss me, hard, quick. "Out." I climb out of the tub, and hand you a towel before taking one for myself. You toss the towel on the floor and climb out after me, pick me up, and deposit me on the edge of the sink. I giggle for a second, then gasp as you sink to the hilt inside of me. "My god," I moan, "Oh my god"
You just stand there, looking at me with a raised eyebrow, waiting,waiting for something. I lean back to look at you, look at us, I love seeing you so deep inside of me. I stare, waiting for you to move. Finally, I give up on waiting, and clamp down hard on you, pushing you out. You smile at me "Good girl." I smile back, and stay clamped shut as hard as I can. You grab my hips and slid in again, I can't keep you out when I'm so wet. Slowly you fuck me, slow in, letting me push you out, god, it feels so good. I lean back further, shoulders against the mirror, and play with your gorgeous nipples, lightly tugging the ring, pinching and grabbing the other. You encourage me, pumping harder, faster. Sometimes slower, sometimes faster, all feeling so good, touching every part of me, I can feel every part of you inside, god, so good. Suddenly you pull out, and grab me off of my perch.
I drop to my knees, eager to taste myself on you, eager to taste you when you cum for me. I look up at you as I slowly suck you into my mouth, inch by inch, bit by bit. when I'm down as far as I can go, only an inch or so remains. You groan and tangle your fingers in my hair as I wrap my hand around your base, then slowly pull back. Suddenly, it's too much for you. You hold me by my hair and fuck my face, slowly, always pushing how much I can take, but never hurting me, harder, faster, harder, faster, until I'm almost gagging, tears running down my face, but you can't see them, you're too far, you can't stop now...
Your whole body stiffens, and you pull out of my mouth, grabbing your cock in your hand, squeezing and moaning, holding on to the wall. I lean forward, and suck the head into my mouth, sure to catch every last drop. You come hard, hitting my throat, making me gag again, but I swallow instead, clamping down with my teeth automatically, making you cry out and jerk, but it's too late, I have ahold of you....I suck as hard as I can, making you moan again, again, again, until you push me off, to tender to stand it anymore. I smile up at you as you stagger over to the edge of the tub. Sitting down now, you gesture me over, get back into the tub. I shrug and comply, feeling so much more relaxed now.
You take the shower head off of the wall, and turn it on, letting the tub drain slowly. I smile, knowing what you plan. The water feels so good on my body, washing across my nipples, my belly, down onto my clit. You turn it on harder, watching with a smile as it pounds on my clit. I pull my lips back to allow you better access, and you slide 3 fingers in, fucking me hard with them as the harsh stream of water vibrates my exposed clit. Suddenly, there, there, oh yes, right there, you found it, don't stop now! I moan and thrust against your hand, feeling the orgasm building quickly, quickly, to quickly to stop. You know better than to stop, holding the water steady as I buck against the sides of the tub, crying out as fast as I can get breath, pushing hard against your hand as you slide in a fourth finger, then going stiff and the orgasm explodes through my body, rocking back and forth slowly, milking every last second of pleasure out of it. Pushing your fingers out of me, writhing away from the water, not needing the stimulation anymore, lost in my own fantasy world.
- I swallowed the small white pill he handed me with a cup of water, then turned and crawled into bed. Yummy sleep lay just moments away, I was sure. After dozing for a few minutes, I heard him call me. "There's something in here!" Curious, I sat up and got out of bed. Only after I was in the front room, in front of the wide open front door, did I realize that I was naked. I shrugged, and looked in the kitchen, where he was pointing. A pile of black and white was moving in disturbing patterns. I finally realized it was a cat when it got up and started moving around again. "oooooo kitty" I mumbled, stumbling into the kitchen to try to catch it. It allowed me to hold him, pick him up, but when it realized I was taking him back to the front door, it gently but firmly slipped out of my arms. I cried out "kitty!", than looked up at him, confused. "I thought you wanted it out?"
He laughed, "You're so cute. No, I just thought it would cheer you up to play with it for a while."
"oh....where did it go?" I retreated to the comfort of my hands and knees, delighting for a moment in the intricate patterns the carpet made as it danced between my hands. I crawled around, ignoring him smiling at me from the still open door. Finally, I spotted it, investigating the bathroom. I crouched down and stretched my hand towards it, but it remembered what I had wanted earlier, and was having none of that. It leaped over me, and ran out the front door. I had lost interest in it, however. The carpeted floor had fallen away from me on both sides. Not steeply, just a nice, comfortable shallow hill...almost like I was sitting on the back of a recliner. I sat still, content to watch the movement of the individual carpet fibers while I kept my balance on my small perch. Suddenly, he was in front of me, grabbing my arms. I looked up, and recoiled in horror. It wasn't him! Wait, it had to be, but he looked so different. Skin darker, more facial hair, reflecting light in odd ways. He half carried me back to the bedroom, where I stopped once again beside the bed. "This isn't the bed" I mumbled, looking around franticly for where the bed was. "Where is my bed?"
I vaguely heard him laugh. "This is the bed, lay down" I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew that this wasn't my bed. I didn't have a chance to ponder it much longer, though, as my body was crawling onto the rocking, wiggling, wildly sloping mattress.
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Suddenly, the lights were out, I was asleep, and he was pushing on me. "You really need to get on your side"
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beep
beep
full bladder
cold legs
dizziness
sleepiness....Let me sleep!
I know for a fact that was a simple sleeping pill...But wow. I can't decide if I liked it or not. I intensely like the fact that he could (and may) have taken complete advantage of my while I slept, and I would wake up completely unaware. I dislike the disorientation of the previous night. I dislike looking at him and thinking, being absolutely sure, that it isn't him. It was all very confusing. Should I do it again?
- I went home last night, a-quiver with excitement over my new toy (this journal). After my normal long, boring 11pm drive, I bounced up to the house, only to find him asleep, curled up on the bare mattress, sheets and pillows and blankets carelessly tossed onto my side of the bed.
I sighed, took a quick shower, and proceeded to organize the bed to my liking, covering him gently, smiling at the mumbled "luv you", then shoving all the rest too the floor before curling up in my oldest, rattiest, most comfortable blanket. I wrapped myself around my body pillow, and settled in for a good nights sleep. Then I waited. And waited. Turned over. Waited some more. Cuddled with him. Waited some more. Moved away again. Waited some more. Let him turn over and cuddle with me. Told him that yes, I missed him, and would try to be home earlier tomorrow. Waited some more. Rolled over, out from underneath his arm. Waited some more. Around 3am, I gave up, got up, and drank some milk. Chocolate milk, of course. Miraculously, it worked. When the alarm clock went off at 6am, I actually woke up, mouth full of sour milk taste. Sleep is so underrated!
- I sometimes wonder if people and invoices aren't much the same. When an invoice comes into being, it is so important, it stands for so much money, and it occasionally has many sisters and brothers, or sometimes none. When a person comes into being, it is very important, is takes up so much money, and sometimes is by itself, and occasionally has many brother or sisters. As times goes by, and invoice is tucked into an envelope, and passed on to the company who it will spend the rest of it's life with. As time goes by, a person is tucked off to college and life, and meets the person it will spend the rest of it's life with. As time goes by, that invoice is coded, paid for, and filed away. As time goes by, that person finds a job, is paid for it, and works and works some more. As time goes by, that invoice occasionally spawns credits and debits. As time goes by, that person spawns more little people. As time goes by, that invoice slowly molders away to naught in that large, cold, uncaring file cabinet. As time goes by, that person slowly grows old and sickens in this large, cold, uncaring world. As time goes by, someone empties that file cabinet, carelessly tossing that invoice into the trash, to be recycled into some new invoice someday. As time goes by, that person will die, and be put into the ground, to provide sustenance for the next generation...
- I walk into the room, warm and barely dry, hair sopping wet, dripping down my back, cooling off my skin, a welcome change from the steamy shower. He is on the bed, eyes closed, waiting, drifting, waiting...
I climb up the bed, over him, letting my hair drip over on the sheets and his cool skin. He gasps as I tickle him all over with it. I gasp as he grabs me and rolls over onto me, pushing me down into the mass of pillows and blankets, kissing me gently, nibbling my lip, then nipping harder. His hands wander over my neck and shoulders, then lower, caressing the outsides of my breasts, down over my ribcage and belly, then back up to cup my breasts again, as his mouth moves lower, lower, licking along my collarbone, sucking hard, nipping, trying to break the skin, then kissing gently, kissing the pain away. I feel his warm breath on my nipple, first one, than the other, back and forth, never touching, just warm, hot, so hot. Then, fiery pain as his teeth capture one, hard, grinding sensitive flesh against hard, unyielding metal. I cry out, shocked.
His hand leaves my breast to cover my mouth, as his mouth stays firmly clamped on my nipple. I moan and writhe, body fighting, fighting, fighting to turn pain into pleasure. Suddenly the hand is gone, and his mouth replaces it, roughly demanding, hard kisses, teeth, tongue, demanding. The sudden lack of pain is worse than I can imagine. I whimper, wanting it back, needing it so badly. I can feel him reaching for something, but can't see what it is. Then, oh, blessed relief. The pain returns, twice as good, ten times as bad, relief. I feel the cold of the chain the connects the nipple clamps. As he moves slightly to clamp the other nipple, I scream, the intensity of pain in a second spot almost too much. Lost in the my world of pain/pleasure, I almost miss him saying "good girl, good girl, shhhh" as he strokes my belly, sides, thighs, breasts.
Slowly, I come down, body tingling, alive, almost vibrating, waiting for what will come next. I shake and gasp, world dark as he gently pulls a corner of the sheet over my eyes. He never bothers to blindfold me, knowing that I wouldn't dare move that sheet, no matter how much I need to know what's coming. I whimper, waiting, hearing him breath, feeling his weight hovering above me. I can tell he's watching me, almost touching me occasionally. I can feel his amusement as I flinch when I imagine I can hear him raising his hand. Suddenly he grabs my hand and pulls it to the top corner of the bed. No rope, nothing to hold it there, nothing but the knowledge that he wants it there. The other hand follows, pulled to the other corner. My legs are left free, he loves to see me squirm and writhe as I try to sense what is coming next. He strokes my face, slipping a finger into my mouth, letting me suck it as I shake, whimper, crave his attention. He must sense how much I need the pain, how my body is burning for more, more, release from this torture, my nipples shining bright behind my closed eyes, bright with the glorious pain/pleasure. I feel the cold of the second chain as he drags it down to my below my waist, I feel the third clamp, rubbing on my thigh. I open my legs and strain up, please, please, please, I need it. He rubs me, calming me "Soon, darling. Soon..."
I moan and beg, body shaking. Then, the first touch. With one finger, he touches my hot lips, sliding in between them, opening them up without touching anything inside. He blows on me, cooling me with a breath that seemed so hot before, now so cold. He traces my lips, my every fold with the clamp, warming it up before tenderly setting it on one lip. He leaves it there for a second, watching me shiver with the blessed pain, but it isn't enough, and he knows it. With a sharp tug to the chain, it comes off, leaving a sharp blossom that, for a moment, is enough. I sigh in relief, then beg for it again. Please. Please, I need it.
Again he touches me, soft gentle touches that do nothing to relieve me. Then, for a second, both hands are off of me. I hold my breath, knowing that it is coming.
Again, I scream as the harsh clamp finds my clit without warning. He slaps my thigh and demands silence, then sits back to watch me shake and moan, careful even in my ecstasy not to move my hands or dislodge the cover over my eyes. My hips move spasticly, thrusting against the air, making the clamp bounce up and down, intensifying the enormous pain blasting through me.
Finally, I am able to stop moving, and lay there gasping for breath, moaning, begging. I feel him sit up, then move off of the bed. Then I hear the door close. I can't hear his breath, I can't feel him. I cry out. I know better than to move from where he left me. How long would it be?
- I have come to realize that there is a problem with my life. As with most, I love to discuss my sex life. Unfortunately, I don't wish to share it with everyone that I know. So, I have decided to share it here...a little exibitionist thrill and the freedom to say what I want without the worry that my great aunt Lulu will read it.
Okay, I'll confess, I have no great aunt Lulu. But I do have more than a couple good Christian relatives who would not like to hear about my lust to be dominated, or exactly what those hair clips are doing on my headboard. I also need someplace to vent the more erotic thoughts and ponderings that build up in my head, day after day, until they overflow in a mass orgy of naughtiness. Just thinking about being able to speak my mind has got me all a-tingle. Of course, that thought that you are reading this throws a little wrench into the whole fantasy, but who am I to judge?