2.27.2005
- I've been exploring, and found this site, via Eros Blog. It hit a little too close to home, so I had to share. C'mon now...Why hasn't thought of doing this? I'm so glad someone finally took the time to draw them up.
As we climbed the stairs, I made sure she was catching a good view up my skirt. I could feel the confusion and indecision in her. I knew how hot and wet she was, but she was hiding it, unsure of what would happen. As I opened my door and let her in, she just looked at me. I stalked towards her, delighting in the fear the flickered across her face before she could hide it.
"Silly, silly little girl, going home with strangers." I growled, circling her, running my nails over her smooth neck and enjoying the moment.
She said nothing, looking straight ahead, but I saw her hands moving, fluttering slightly as if she couldn't control them. I stopped behind her and lowered my mouth slowly to her neck, biting down just hard enough to make her whimper. Her head fell to the left side, exposing more of her neck, making it easier for me to lick a line from her shoulder to her ear. I exhaled warm air into her ear, making her jump. When I put my hands on her waist, she whimpered again, and tried to take a step away. I pulled her back roughly into me, and growled.
"Now, now, none of that" I whispered, slowly bringing my hands up underneath her shapeless black shirt to her black lace bra. "No, none of that."
Her hands hung stiffly at her sides as I slowly massaged her small breasts. She gasped sharply and sagged against me, though, when I reached into her bra to lightly pinch and tug on her nipples. "oooo" she murmured faintly turning her head to bury her face in my neck.
"See? Doesn't that feel good? You don't want me to stop that, now do you?" I asked softly.
She shook her head and responded just as softly "No, please, don't stop."
"Good girl." I smiled. This might not be as hard as I had thought. I reached up with my left hand, and tilted her face to meet mine. This time I could kiss her thoroughly, tongue tracing her lips, demanding entrance, darting and out of her mouth when she parted her lips to moan. We kissed like lovers, trying to eat each other up, trying to get to that all important wet place from the top down, tongues dueling, teeth nibbling, hands grasping. She turned around so that she could wrap her arms around my neck and weave her fingers into my curls, pulling me closer. I ran my hands down her body to grasp at her ass, grinding it into my crotch.
When I broke the kiss, her eyes were still closed, her mouth open as she gasped for air. I leaned down and kissed, licked, and nibbled my way back along her jaw, down her neck, and across her collar bone. Her hands remained tangled in my hair, guiding me downwards. I resisted, to her confusion, and rose back up the other side of her neck and back to her mouth.
"Let's go into the other room" I whispered against her lips.
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
As soon as we walked into the darkened room, I slipped a blindfold onto her. She stopped suddenly, and reached to take it off.
"No" I grabbed her hands and guided them back down "Trust me." I reached behind me and flipped the dimmer switch, bringing up a soft light in the room, just enough to see by.
She frowned, but complied, letting me lead her to the bed. I turned her around and sat her on the end of it, then straddled her knees. Pushing my latex covered breasts against her face, I reached up to the shelf above the bed and grabbed a set of padded cuffs. When she reached up to touch me, I deftly slipped the cuffs on one wrist, then twisted both arms down to fasten the other one.
Again she frowned, but before she could do any more than pull against the cuffs I set my finger against her lips. "Trust me" I repeated.
Now that she couldn't touch or see me, I reached up and loosened my dress enough to let my breasts fall free. Cupping them in my hands, I traced her face with my nipples, never getting close enough to her mouth for her to suck on them, enjoying the feel of her soft skin on mine. When I finally let her latch onto a nipple, she sucked hard, too hard for a first time, but I decided to let it slide, knowing that she was just eager. Then she brought her teeth into play, nipping too hard and quick.
I grunted, and pulled back "Slower. Like this" I knelt down, pulled her shirt up, and released the front clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts. I took one hard little nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue as I pinched the other, rolling it between my fingers. I set my teeth firmly into her nipple, increasing the pressure slowly but surely, until she groaned and pushed against me. I stayed there for a few seconds, feeling the pressure building, enjoying my control over it. When I gradually eased back and away from her, she sighed softly and leaned forward, trying to keep contact with me.
I slid up her body and offered her my breast again, closing my eyes in pleasure as she followed my lead exactly, a slow steady build up to that bright flash of pain. "Lovely" I murmured, grabbing handfuls of her hair and pulling her against me "Perfect. Such a good little girl." I let her spend as long as she wanted worshiping my breasts. I could feel that lovely need building, I could see by her face that she felt it too.
Finally I stood up and pushed her back along the bed, laying her down in the middle. I separated the cuffs, and attached them to chains set at the corners of the bed. I was surprised at how little she resisted this. I stopped to look at her again, and smiled to see that her black pants were getting wet between her legs. Backing up to the end of the bed, I attached another set of cuffs to hold her ankles to the bottom corners, then stood back to admire my work. She could feel that I was gone, and she her face turned in every direction, trying to find me by any sense possible.
"Something is just not right here" I mused out loud, startling her both with my voice and location.
Her head jerked sharply towards me as she cried out in surprise. "What? What are you talking about?"
I walked around the bed, surveying her from all angles, watching a flush raising from her chest to her face. "Ahhh. I know what it is" I finally said. Again her lip trembled as she heard me rummaging around on the shelf. When I found what I was looking for, I crawled up the bed to her head, snuggling my body close to hers.
"Do you know what I have?" I asked, laying the knife along the side of her face. She froze, shaking like a rabbit. "Do you know what I'm going to do with it?"
"N-N-Noooo" she stuttered.
"No, what?"
"N-Noo, Miss-mistress"
I smiled, running the back of the knife down across her neck and up into her hair. "I'm going to do a lot of things with it, little girl, but first things first." I slid the knife under the neck of her shirt, and slit it down the middle, then up each arm, cutting her shirt off of her. Three quick snips and her bra was gone, a few more cuts and her pants and panties followed. She writhed, trying to cover herself, but unable to.
"Shhhh" I said, laying the knife on her stomach, and again backing off to admire her. This time, it was perfect. Her nipples were tight pink nubs topping off flushed breasts. Her belly was slightly rounded, and the knife wobbled with every shaky breath. Her blonde pubic hair was closely trimmed, and glistening with her juices.
Unable to resist any longer, I crawled up onto the bed, straddling her. I kissed her again, hard and demanding, grabbing her breasts and pinching them until she was squirming, trying to get away from me. When I took my mouth off of hers, she cried out in pain. I squirmed backwards down her body so that I could lick her nipples, lick every inch of her breasts, kissing away the pain, then using my teeth to bring it back. She was writhing and moaning, caught between pleasure and pain, unable to escape. I kept her there for as long as I could stand to, feeling my own need building, but still under control.
I worked my way down her body, learning her ticklish spots, and biting them hard, enjoying her reaction to the pure pain. When I reached her hips, I skipped down to her inner thighs, and continued down to her knees. I could smell how aroused she was, and she was laying in a rather large wet spot on the bed. She was mumbling "please, please, please" over and over again, her own little mantra.
"Please what, little girl?"
"Please, please fuck me, please do something, I'm going to explode! Please Mistress, please." She begged so sweetly, I couldn't help but give in.
I slid up to her glistening wet pussy, and blew on it, making her jump and thrust towards me. I kissed her thigh, and worked my way up to her the edge of her cunt, then backed off. Again and again, carefully avoiding her clit. All the while, her pleading never stopped "Please Mistress, please, please".
When I gently slid one finger into her wetness, she cried out so loud I thought she was going to orgasm right then and there. I held as still as I possibly could as she thrashed around, and she finally quieted down, sobbing and begging for release. I sucked on her nice tight little cunt lips, licking up her juices and slowly finger fucking her until her begging changed from "please" to "more please". I moaned, and complied, sliding two, then three fingers in as she continued to ask for them.
To my surprise, she didn't have any trouble with four fingers, and was still begging for more. She had strong pussy muscles, and was almost sucking my fingers in. The thought of sliding my whole fist into her made me so hot I almost lost control then, and had to pull back for a moment to clear my head.
As she felt me leave, she raised her head up in alarm. "Mistress, please? Don't leave me. Please?"
I stroked her thigh to calm her down while I caught my breath, then asked her "Are you going to cum for me if I slid my whole fist into that hungry pussy of yours, little girl?"
Her breath quickened "Please Mistress, please, let me cum. Please, fist me, I want to cum for you, please, let me cum for you, Mistress".
"What will you do for me if I let you cum, little girl?" I slid my fingers up to her clit as we talked, slowly rubbing it back and forth.
"Oh, please, Mistress, anything, please, just let me cum".
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything, please, fist me, make me cum, please!" She was almost screaming now, so I slowly slid my right hand into her tight pussy, thumb tucked into my palm. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and cupped my hand into a fist as her cunt started spasming around my hand. True to her word, she came almost instantly, squeezing my hand so tight that I lost feeling, bucking and almost pushing me out. When I could feel that her orgasm was starting to wane, I slid my left index finger into her tight little asshole and wiggled it, trying to make her cum again.
"Oh my...don't stop, please don't stop. Please, oh Please! Oh...." her voice rose to a scream again.
I didn't, and she quickly came again, screaming and thrashing around so much I was afraid she would hurt herself on the restraints. When she finally lay still, gasping for breath, I sat up and gently pulled my hand from her cunt. She moaned, and writhed again at that movement, but quickly quieted down again. I backed off of the bed and un-cuffed her. I finally reached up and took the blindfold off, only to find her eyes closed. The two orgasms had been too much; she had fallen asleep.
I laughed softly, and covered her with a blanket I kept nearby for just such emergencies, then walked quietly from the room, turning off the light and closing the door as I left. Another successful night.
- This seems to be a time of remembrance for me. Forget the holiday (I certainly did), it seems to be my choice of music lately that is provoking deeper memories. A few days ago I heard "the" song. You know, "the song" you and your first love have...everyone has their song. For me it is "I Alone" by Live. 99% of the time I can hear it and not even think twice, but late at night, late last week, it came on my random selections, long after He was asleep, as I sat here in the thick, dark silence. I got that sublimely painful twinge deep in my stomach, and remembered him.
I remember the excruciating love in my belly as I met him crossing the parking lot, sophomore year of high school. I was walking from Barry to Congress halls between classes. All of his classes were in Congress, but he came out between 3rd and 4th block to meet me halfway and walk me back to class. I remember so vividly that one day. He was wearing a white shirt with thick green and blue stripes, he had that popular 90's cut, shaved up the sides but long on the top. I saw him when he was about three rows of cars away. His eyes were already on me, I could feel them, so intense, making my whole body quiver. I remember what we talked about that day, too, walking over to our last class. We talked about whether or not it was possible, through some insanely impossible twist of fate, for a fetus to become impregnated while still in the womb. There had been a girl in the news recently that gave birth at the age of nine or so, and it had provoked my ramblings. That was the main reason I loved him, and still do. He was the first man to not only listen to my silly ramblings, but to go with me, and take them even further, until we were both lost in the far far realm of "what if".
I remember the moment of impossible hope, and happiness, and disbelief as he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. We had already been best friends for a few years, and had dropped the L-word long ago, but things had always been in the way of us being together. Finally, on the 4th of July, at about 2am, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Our conversation didn't last much past my breathless "yes!"; I was far too shocked to be coherent. I remember waking my guardian up to tell her the whole tale, sitting on the floor outside her room, legs hugged to my body, rocking back and forth, lost in happiness.
I remember our first and only date. The 4th of July, that same day, we went to see the new Will Smith movie, and to watch fireworks with our friends. Wasn't very much a date, but it was enough for me. I remember my guardian's step-daughter riding with us and hitting on him, and us laughing about it behind her back (she still flirts with Him when she thinks I'm not looking, and we laugh about it too...times don't really change that much, do they?).
I remember my heart breaking when, a few days later, he broke up with me, claiming we were better friends that boyfriend/girlfriend. How could that be? How could it be that he didn't feel the same way I didn't?
I remember working our first summer job together, at the local theme park. I remember him looking so manly in his pink work shirt (don't let me get started on those GAWD-AWFUL shirts!!!). I was certainly not the cutest girl in the park, but I was definitely one of the most envied and copied. It was always quite amusing to both of us when the other girls would try to braid their hair like mine, or other such things to get his attention. I remember one horrendous afternoon, when we were going to be late, he speed past two cops on his way to pick me up. I heard them coming about 1/2 mile away, squealing tires and such (we were both in plenty of trouble for being late the previous week, and our jobs were now on the line if we were late again). The officers finally caught him in my driveway, and I ended up talking them out of giving him a ticket. Well, actually, I told them to make it fast, and chewed them all out before stomping in to call and frantically beg forgiveness from our boss. I guess after I left the cops looked at him, shook their heads, called me "spunky" and left, no ticked or warning to be found. The told him having me for a girlfriend was punishment enough. That caused no end of amusement to us, especially as we were nothing more than friends by then.
A few years later he went into the marines. I was at his going away party with his current g/f, smiling at his mom as she recognized me, and gave me a quick hug. We hadn't been in close contact, but still had that strong tie. He had tried to leave without telling me, but at the last minute (he called me the day of the party) couldn't. Over the years, that proved to be the main theme of our relationship. After two failed engagements, we got back together, dating long-distance for over three years, even becoming engaged. I finally had to face the fact that he was more into the idea of being married that being married to me, and broke it off. I dated other men, and as when he had been dating other women, we discussed the relationships intimately, even questioning occasionally our decision not to be with each other, but never having the guts to follow through with those thoughts.
The last time he was home, I had a boyfriend, something he loudly proclaimed in front of his family to keep them off of our backs when we spent the whole week together. The boy didn't mean anything more than easy sex to me, though, so I didn't hesitate to attempt to trip my friend into bed. (Don't worry, the feeling on the b/f thing was mutual, and it broke off soon due to lack of any deeper feelings...the sex went on for some time, though *winks*) I reached the same point I had a few times before. A 30 second blow job. How sexy and deeply romantic, eh? 2 nights later I did get him laid, by a mutual friend, whom he later became engaged too (another very short engagement), before falling off the face of the earth again.
I sent him an angry email about a year ago, because I had realized how far out of my life he was. He fired back that he was married now. I spent about 10 minutes reading and re-reading that email. I could never have believed the feelings that coursed through me. Hurt, anger, betrayal, sadness. We had always said that we knew we were soulmates, but soulmates don't have to be together romantically, something I still believe. But, I had never even considered that one of his hasty engagements would actually come to an actual legal marriage. I always assumed, in my heart of hearts, that we would someday be together. I knew these feelings were completely irrational, as I was blissfully happy with Him at the time, but I was very startled by their existence. I decided that the best course of action was to forget everything.
Until a few nights ago, when "I Alone" came on, and I sat here crying, missing him so much, wondering if he was even still alive. He is still in the Marines, posted overseas, and I know that his Mom has my number and such to inform me if anything happens to him, but still, you always wonder. So, I emailed him.
He is alive, still married, and being sent to Iraq later this month. As usual, we always come into contact just as something big happens. He's going to be in the States for a few weeks before he goes on to the Middle East, so hopefully I'll get to hear his voice. I still am amazed at the feelings writing this has brought to the surface. I hardly know what to do. I should probably stop typing before I start rambling even more, though, eh?
- I leave my eyes resolutely on the screen as he enters the room, trying vainly to ignore my peripheral vision. He comes up behind me and rubs my neck for a moment, then grabs my shoulders and turns me around. His cock is right at eye level, so close my eyes can't focus on it for a moment. I give the head a quick kiss and turn back to the screen, pretending disinterest.
That doesn't last, of course. He simply turns me around again and steps over my legs, locking my knees in between his. Again, my field of vision is filled with his cock. I raise my eyebrow, and stick my tongue out, looking up at him cheekily. He grunts, and slaps me across the face a few times with his dick before letting me take it into my mouth. I keep my eyes on his face as I slowly lean forward until my lips are less than an inch away from his balls. He smiles down at me and mumbles "You've been practicing".
I hum a bit in agreement, then slowly suck my way back up to the head, working my tongue against the underside up to the slit, then dip the tip of my tongue inside of him for a quick taste. I spend a few moments nibbling on the ridge beneath the head before he roughly takes my head and pushes me down, hard. I take the hint, and wrap my hand around the base of his cock right below my lips, and start moving up and down, slow, with a loose hand at first, then faster, tightening my grip.
His soft moan encourages me, and I reach up with my other hand to fondle his balls, enjoying the way his sac tightens at my touch. Soon his hips are thrusting against my face, leaving me to only sit and enjoy, waiting for that moment I know is fast approaching. When he hisses and stops moving, I quickly take up the movement again, squeezing tight and sucking hard. His hand replaces mine, and he stumbles, knocking me back against the desk, slipping out of my mouth and cumming all over my face, my hair, my shirt, everywhere.
He giggles after a second, pointing to a spot about 4 feet up on the wall, where he had shot over my head. I laughed too, then quickly set to work cleaning him up, milking the last drops out of his hypersensitive cock before he pushed me away.
Buttoning his pants, he kisses me on the top of the head and openes the front door again. "Be back" was all I heard as away he goes, again.
- As I sit at my computer, wiling away yet another sunny afternoon in pursuit of an ever higher score, I hear footsteps outside my front door. Before I even have time to register the noise, the door opens. He pushes his way in and slams the door behind him, locking out the frigid winter air.
He sweeps over to give me a quick hello kiss before taking off his coat and dumping the mail. I watch him silently as he paces around the house, lost in his own to-do list. Eventually, he notices my silence and comes over to see me, and what I am looking at.
"What did you find for me?" he asks.
I sit back, smiling, as he glances over my afternoons findings, then goes back for a slower second look. "Nice" is all he says.
I shrug and go back to my game, knowing that I will have to be content with this for now, that I will have to play this game out his way, as always.