Trevor's loft

[Veroe]

"Proceed."

I groaned from the sensations as she proceded to do just that. Held within her hand her lips and tongue plying their sensual mercies upon me I was effectively chained to the spot. I had never before realized how much power this simple act gave a woman performing it.

To think so many thought this an act demeaning to the woman and selfish on the part of the man.

I was growing harder and firmer with each passing second. I moaned and groaned and gasped from each action. when she blew across my sensitized skin I shook my head clutching the sheets in tightened fists.

I looked into her eyes as her tongue collected a drop of pre-cum from the meatus of my cockhead. Then she proceded to up the ante. She took me into her mouth and began to suck.

"Jesus," I exclaimed as I was transported to a realm of pleasure sinking down the length of my cock. I was within her throat now and her expert ministrations of the muscles within wrung more of the same exclamations from me.

My hands had the sheets in a death grip now, my only life line, my only source or stability. I was only a man, average in my ability to endure such heaven incarnate. I was on the edge, another moment and I would be fountaining down her gullet.

"Yeishia," I pleaded to her, "Not without you."

She pulled up then and began massaging my balls as I spoke out, "Please straddle my head so I may bring you the same pleasure."

 

[yeishia]

I was floating on a cloud of sensual bliss his every passionate murmur or softly uttered exclamation fueling my own building passion, I was a hairs breath from orgasm as I felt was he.

My eyes widened as he made clear his wishes, we were to cum as one. Never had I been allowed this gift before, never had I been deemed worthy.

"Please straddle my head so I may bring you the same pleasure."

I hesitated for an instant. Emboldened by what I saw etched clearly in his expressive, honest, eyes I gracefully changed my position to do as he had bidden me.

I was quivering with trepidation and excitement as I lowered myself but inches from his mouth. The feel of his hot breath on my secret places and the knowledge nothing was hidden from his gaze had my belly clenching, and my breath almost stopping half out of my chest!

“Please,” I whispered, not sure at all what I was pleading for.

Working on pure instinct I willed myself to relax and lowered my loving lips down onto his waiting cock once more. Massaging his vital sacs carefully, I paced myself, determined I should honor his wishes and we should cum as one.

The first touch of his lips on the fragrant petals of my no longer hidden sex and I was transported instantly to heaven……

 

[Veroe]

“Please,”

Her whispered word stirs something deep within me.

I could see everything of her. This was so erotic. I wondered why this was a position considered demeaning and depowering to the man.

She bent down and returned to playing with my testicals just as my head raised up. Her lips made contact with my cock just as mine planted upon the lips of her cunt. My tongue began to probe between the lips getting a taste of our combined passion for the previous rounds of copulation we've had.

We tasted passionate, fiery, and sexy as hell.

My slipped out of her cleft and sought out to tease her clitoris. Lightly I brush the tip of my tongue against her pleasure nub, not wanting to set her off just yet.

 

[yeishia]

To heaven……. and for once instantly to wild abandon!

The feel of his tongue delving into the very depths of me, tasting of both him and I combined, awoke images, sensations, I had simply not imagined could exist!.

My whole life I had been trained not to orgasm until told to, mostly to never cum at all…. my control was absolute!

Yet as I felt his tongue lightly brush my clitoris it was as if he had ignited me. I came fast and hard and to my absolute horror, I came squirting like a fountain unabashed all over his mouth and tongue.

Once I started I couldn’t stop, one orgasm merging into the next, in a steady wave of absolute abandon! Frantically I renewed my efforts on his manhood only slowing down as I felt him pulse, shooting his scalding seed deep within my aching belly. I greedily sucked down all he had to offer loving the taste and feel of him….

Light were going off inside my brain, not unlike a kaleidoscope of the most gorgeous fireworks. I was exploding, fragments of my psyche shooting off into the heavens, perhaps becoming as stars themselves.

I was complete!

Please never let this end, I thought as I changed position abandoning his cock to press my lips to his, tasting me on them, the ultimate aphrodisiac!

Lifting my head I looked at him,”Veroe, ”I whispered, before lowering my lips once more, my tongue pressing between his lips to entwine lovingly with his!

 

[Veroe]

”Veroe.”

The kiss tasted of passions spent together. Of hours of love and compassion in flavor and texture of us. Skin to skin, this was the language of love. No words were needed between us. My arms closed in around her so she lay against me tight and unmoving.

We kissed again, and again, and one last time lazily, satedly.

"Yeishia," I whispered in her ear before sleep took hold of me.

 

[yeishia]

I awoke in the wee hours of the morning still nestled in his arms; this night had been perfection……

Taking our friendship over into the realm of lovers had exceeded my expectations and frankly I could have stayed in this mans arms forever.

Realistically I knew this was not to be, he was the owner of the Club de Sade, and he had many admirers, most of whom I could not hope to hold a candle to nor would I care to try.

Gently, I removed myself from the bed we had shared and quietly dressed.

Moving back to him I pulled the covers over him kissing him on the forehead as I laid an exquisite white rose on the pillow next to him. Perhaps one day soon I would invite him to visit Serendipity, I knew he would appreciate its charms.

A whispered, “Que Sera Sera” and I was gone…..back into my own Lit world of pure imagination…….

 

[Veroe]

I placed another slice of chicken onto the sandwhich wrapped it up and placed it inside the basket. finished making lunch I carried the basket over to the living room area of my loft. The couch, chair, and coffee table had been moved back and in their place a plaid blanket had been laid on the floor. I placed the picnic basket down beside the ice bucket and bottle of champagne.

I looked aroud to make certain everything was perfect. FuckFantasy was coming over for lunch and I wanted everything was ready for when she arrived. satisfied, I sat down at the end of the picnic blanket to wait for her arrival.

 

[FuckFantasy]

I placed another slice of chicken onto the sandwhich wrapped it up and placed it inside the basket. finished making lunch I carried the basket over to the living room area of my loft. The couch, chair, and coffee table had been moved back and in their place a plaid blanket had been laid on the floor. I placed the picnic basket down beside the ice bucket and bottle of champagne.

I looked aroud to make certain everything was perfect. FuckFantasy was coming over for lunch and I wanted everything was ready for when she arrived. satisfied, I sat down at the end of the picnic blanket to wait for her arrival.

I'm overdressed for a picnic. It's a common occurrence, the territory that comes with being a woman who loves to get all dolled up. A black, sheer dress with long sleeves and a rounded neckline hugs soft, supple curves. The short hemline is slightly compensated for by opaque black stockings, then called more attention to by thigh-high leather boots. Snaking my way through the De Sade had been interesting, especially in this get-up.

When slender stilettos reach the top stair of the loft, I'm grateful for how the music below seems muffled, but amused at all the moans and whimpers that still carry onto the top floor. A bottle of wine dangles in one hand, while the other knocks on the door with manicured fingers.

 

[Veroe]

I rise and cross over to the door to answer it. It opens to reveal her all dressed up in a black mini dress thigh-high boots. I instantly feel a little underdressed in my slacks and polo shirt. But if all things went well this afternoon what we were wearing would become rather moot.

I look back up at her. "You are beautiful, FF."

I invite her inside and over to the picnic blanket. I pull a pillow from the couch and place it on the floor so she could sit comfortably.

"I have chicken sandwhiches sliced in halves, and some nicely chilled champagne." I tell her, "I hope you're hungry."

 

[FuckFantasy]

I rise and cross over to the door to answer it. It opens to reveal her all dressed up in a black mini dress thigh-high boots. I instantly feel a little underdressed in my slacks and polo shirt. But if all things went well this afternoon what we were wearing would become rather moot.

I look back up at her. "You are beautiful, FF."

I invite her inside and over to the picnic blanket. I pull a pillow from the couch and place it on the floor so she could sit comfortably.

"I have chicken sandwhiches sliced in halves, and some nicely chilled champagne." I tell her, "I hope you're hungry."

A dazzling smile is flashed as I saunter in, and it certainly isn't because of the compliment my hosts gives. He's clean-cut and classic looking - two of my favorite characteristics in any man. Glinting greens eye that crisp polo and sparkle salaciously while appraising his trousers.

"Thank you. Don't you look handsome?" And then I pull him in for a quick kiss, directly on the lips. Pouty, candied lips apply the tiniest bit of pressure to his parted mouth, and a wicked little "Mmm" of pleasure is added for emphasis. I pull away, beaming and lifting the bottle of pinot I'd brought with me.

"I brought this for you," comes a breathy purr, as I grip the neck of the wine in one ringed hand. "But champagne sounds infinitely better."

 

[Veroe]

The kiss had been electric and over all too soon. I shivered wanting more.

I take the bottle of Pinot she offers.

"How about we save this for next time?"

I place the bottle into the wine cooler in the kitchenette.

"That way I-I mean we-can be certain we'll have a second get together sometime."

I sit beside her and pop the cork of the champagne and pour each of our flutes. I pull out the sandwhiches and place them on plates handing one for FF and lastly one for me.

I raise the flute in a toast.

"To dining with beautiful and sexy lady. Something every man dreams of made into reality today."

 

[FuckFantasy]

The kiss had been electric and over all too soon. I shivered wanting more.

I take the bottle of Pinot she offers.

"How about we save this for next time?"

I place the bottle into the wine cooler in the kitchenette.

"That way I-I mean we-can be certain we'll have a second get together sometime."

I sit beside her and pop the cork of the champagne and pour each of our flutes. I pull out the sandwhiches and place them on plates handing one for FF and lastly one for me.

I raise the flute in a toast.

"To dining with beautiful and sexy lady. Something every man dreams of made into reality today."

Oh, he's cute. The way his lips trembled, just slightly, when my mouth captured his. The way he darted away to the kitchen, leaving his clean, masculine scent to torture me with his absence. And the stuttering, stammering statement he makes upon his return, with eyes so earnest, and that deep voice on the edge of breaking.

I lick that top lip, suppressing a grin, then giving into a wicked smile. I'm awful at denying myself sometimes. His hands are strong, masculine, thick. It's sensual, watching them at work, the fingers gripping food and glasses and brushing against my own slender digits time and again.

When he maintains his composure, I lean in, allowing those generous globes to squeeze together over the top of that scoop necked dress.

"I hope you dream of doing more than just dining with me, Trevor." A musical clink punctuates the near comical way I arch one sculpted brow, as our glasses touch and I take a delicate sip.

 

[Veroe]

I smile at her statement.

"Oh, It's been my experience that reality is seldom as good as dreams." I lean in close to whisper into her ear so close the breath of my words blew across the skin of her ear, "So, if this just turns out to be all a dream, FF. Don't you dare wake me up."

I then lifted her plate up, "Aren't you hungry, FF? I for one am ravenous." I smile at her teasingly hoping she'd catch on to the double meaning of what I said.

 

[FuckFantasy]

I smile at her statement.

"Oh, It's been my experience that reality is seldom as good as dreams." I lean in close to whisper into her ear so close the breath of my words blew across the skin of her ear, "So, if this just turns out to be all a dream, FF. Don't you dare wake me up."

I then lifted her plate up, "Aren't you hungry, FF? I for one am ravenous." I smile at her teasingly hoping she'd catch on to the double meaning of what I said.

"Oh, yeah." A sinfully sweet drawl, with emeralds that stop to gaze at his smiling, just kissed lips.

"Starving." And then a cool, calm follow-up as I take the plate in one hand and drop down to my knees on the floor. Those eye shine up at him, the very picture of feathery-lashed innocence.

The champagne flute is set down besides me, as those lithe legs are stretched out on the blanket, crossing at the ankles. A flash of garter, then richly manicured fingers discreetly pull at the stretchy fabric of my dress, concealing it again. Hands lift one half of the sandwich and begin to break off a small corner.

"I love how quiet it is up here." Crusty bread is popped between glossy lips, then another small piece follows. "It's entirely different from the De Sade." A rueful grin, then a dramatic rolling of those glittering eyes. "I thought I was going to be assaulted on the way up."

 

[Veroe]

In answer to her statement I say, "I soundproofed the loft as much as I could. I'm a light sleeper and with the ruckus that happens downstairs I needed it for at least some good nights' sleep."

I chew on the sandwhich keeping my eyes on her. I had caught the fleeting glimpse of gartar and the pale skin before she had pulled down the hem. I knew she liked wearing lingerie and wondered if she had worn any today.

I was suddenly not so hungry, atleast not so much for the sandwhich. I notice a bit of mustard had fallen from the sandwich and had landed on her dress on the inside swell of one of her breasts.

I take a napkin and wet it and lean close to her. "Oh, FF, You've have a bit of mess. Allow me, please?" I take the napkin and begin to dab at the mustard stain making certain the sides of my fingers and hand and wrist innocently brush over and rub against her breast.

 

[FuckFantasy]

In answer to her statement I say, "I soundproofed the loft as much as I could. I'm a light sleeper and with the ruckus that happens downstairs I needed it for at least some good nights' sleep."

I chew on the sandwhich keeping my eyes on her. I had caught the fleeting glimpse of gartar and the pale skin before she had pulled down the hem. I knew she liked wearing lingerie and wondered if she had worn any today.

I was suddenly not so hungry, atleast not so much for the sandwhich. I notice a bit of mustard had fallen from the sandwich and had landed on her dress on the inside swell of one of her breasts.

I take a napkin and wet it and lean close to her. "Oh, FF, You've have a bit of mess. Allow me, please?" I take the napkin and begin to dab at the mustard stain making certain the sides of my fingers and hand and wrist innocently brush over and rub against her breast.

Of course he can help me. I meet him halfway, leaning forward and watching his hands tend to me, feeling his body's heat course into mine.

"I'm always a little messy," I purr, thrusting those perfect, perky tits forward so he can get the full effect of their weight and softness beneath his palms.

"I look really cute totally filthy, though." To hell with coyness. I'm soaking wet beneath the thin, ornate lace thong I've got on beneath this stretchy slip of dress, and it's all because his rough fingers are brushing up my skin.

I reach behind me, grabbing my half-drained flute of champagne. With a smile that's bordering on smirky, I tilt the glass in a calculated movement, letting drops of fizzing, frothy sweetness spill across the tops of those breasts. Some of it splashes on his fingers, and more seeps over the sheer material of my dress.

"Clean me up." A commanding tone, and a look of absolute challenge, as a shiver runs down my spine. I move his hands away and place them directly on the generous curves of my hips.

"And don't use a napkin this time."

 

[Veroe]

I smirked at her after hearing her order. "You're a natural domme, FF."

My fingers grasp ahold of her hips and pull her closer so her breasts were directly in fron of my face. "Sexy, sultry, Knowing what you want and not taking anything less than that."

"It's all about exerting control over your romantic encounters." My tongue extends past my lips and sweeps over the damp spots left by the drop of champagne removing the little beads of alcohol. "So those encounters happen exactly the way you want them."

My lips close over thos wet spots and I suckle the top of her cloth covered breast. My saliva was getting it more wet, but I doubted if either of us cared right now.

I look up at her my brown eyes locking with hers. "It doesn't have to be all about pain. Not about leather whips or nipple clamps..." At that my teeth playfully close in over the place where her nipple would be, "...but about getting or giving what you want from another."

The cleaning done I lean back and admire my handiwork. My hand grabs the flute and I take a good long drink purposefully allowing some to escape my lips and dribble down my chin and down my neck.

I grin playfully at her. "Oh how clumsy of me." I take her hands and place them on my hips mine holding them there. "FF, would you be a dear and return the favor?"

 

[FuckFantasy]

I smirked at her after hearing her order. "You're a natural domme, FF."

My fingers grasp ahold of her hips and pull her closer so her breasts were directly in fron of my face. "Sexy, sultry, Knowing what you want and not taking anything less than that."

"It's all about exerting control over your romantic encounters." My tongue extends past my lips and sweeps over the damp spots left by the drop of champagne removing the little beads of alcohol. "So those encounters happen exactly the way you want them."

My lips close over thos wet spots and I suckle the top of her cloth covered breast. My saliva was getting it more wet, but I doubted if either of us cared right now.

I look up at her my brown eyes locking with hers. "It doesn't have to be all about pain. Not about leather whips or nipple clamps..." At that my teeth playfully close in over the place where her nipple would be, "...but about getting or giving what you want from another."

The cleaning done I lean back and admire my handiwork. My hand grabs the flute and I take a good long drink purposefully allowing some to escape my lips and dribble down my chin and down my neck.

I grin playfully at her. "Oh how clumsy of me." I take her hands and place them on my hips mine holding them there. "FF, would you be a dear and return the favor?"

"No."

I slip my hands from beneath his palms defiantly. Such feminine fingers splay across his chest, pushing him backwards onto the blanket with a low thud. I'm catlike in my movements: diving forward, spreading those flawless, twin stretches of leg, and straddling him with a rough thrust of my hips into his.

"What sort of domme gives into her sub's every request?" Dark pink nipples are painfully hard, poking through the stretchy fabric of my dress. Cold champagne and the wet, velvety heat of his mouth have left me panting, lust beginning to throb at the pearl of my tight sex. Mmm, it feels so good to rub that slick little pussy against the bulge in his pants. Teasing hip rolls and hard grinds of cunt leave me gasping, as nails run down his chiseled chest.

I reach for one of his hands, cupping it over a heaving breast as I begin to feel him throb beneath me, that thick length of cock pressing urgently into leather-covered thigh.

"So you want to fuck me, don't you, baby?" I thrust wickedly, leaning down, letting both tits squeeze together, as that slutty dress stretches desperately to contain them. "Is that what you're trying to say? It's not working. Show me. Show me exactly what you want, Trevor."

I pull back, arching that graceful back and biting my lip with a licentious grin. "And don't fucking talk again, unless you're making short, declarative statements."

 

[Veroe]

12-30-10

I was busy cleaning my loft apartment above the Club De Sade. Today Ausus was coming over to visit and I desperately needed things picture perfect for her. So I placed dirty clothes in the hamper, dishes in the washing machine, a bottle of red from the wine rack in a bucket of ice on the counter and two glasses ready for Ausus to arrive, and the toys.

Being an owner of a BDSM club it was no surprise that I had my own collection of chains, handcuffs, silk scarves, a crop and flogger lying about. However I did like a lttle order and neatness when having company over so those were placed in their appropriate hiding places throughout the loft.

If I was lucky, or Ausus was particularly naughty maybe they would be taken out later.

With that warming my heart I sat in my living room chair awaiting my date's arrival.

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I make my way through the crowd in the club and head up the stairs, my trench coat covers the soft silk black dress, but the red heels were a must. He’s sweet, and I am just a little afraid I will eat him alive. It’s possible.

With little trepidation I raise my hand and knock softly on the door, then notice the run in my stocking. Of course…. I lean over and fix it just in time for him to open the door and see down my dress. Epic win, Aus. Always a class act.

“Um, Hi.”

At least I remembered to smile..

 

[Veroe]

I hear the knock on the door and rise from the chair and cross over to the door eagerly. I open the door to see Aus bent down adjusting her stocking. She was wearing a dress with a deep bustline and the angle was just right that I could see more of her cleavage than the dress maker originally intended.

At her greeting I chuckle a, "Hello."

I see the little rent in the stocking and surmise why she had bent down so. "Don't worry about it, Aus," I tell her with bold and coy smile on my face, "I don't suspect you'll be wearing those for too much longer anyway."

I cross over to the kitchenette of the loft asking, "Would you like some wine?"

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I cross into the room, after him looking around at the loft. Smart, modern, yet soft; the designs of the room, comfortable, rather like the occupant. I nod in approval, and I have to giggle at his statement about my stockings.

“I won’t be wearing them long? You presume quite a bit darling.”

Accepting the glass of wine with a smile, I take a small sip and then set it down and remove my coat, the room has a small chill, but I probably won’t notice it shortly. The glass is back in my hand, and again I am surprised at his taste, it’s superb.

“Nicely done on the wine, any other tricks I should know about?”

 

[Veroe]

"The wine is a French merlot, affordable even with it being french. I just discovered it recently." I take a sip of it, "I rather like it."

"Tricks, well I can juggle three apples, but I don't think that's what you were talking about." I laughed.

I noticed the trenchcoat placed on the counter. "Here, let me hang up your coat." I cross to the doorway and hang the coat there on the coatrack beside it. I return to her and gently circle an arm around her. My other hand picks up my glass and I use it to gesture to the sofa. "Would you like to sit down and make yourself comfortable, Ausus?"

 

[Ausus_girl13]

I take another sip and smile, his hand fits so nicely on my hip, a rather sweet gesture. Doesn’t lessen my desire to hurt him just a little though. Down girl. Smiling sweetly that gives no indication of my thoughts I allow him to lead us to the couch, where we snuggle in together.

“Three apples, well that’s cool” I hear myself saying, oh wow. When really I want to tease the hell out of him. Purr into his ear, and bite that shoulder, run my nails up his back…whoa. I have to remind myself to breath.

“It’s a really nice place, V. Thanks for inviting me here. I, wasn’t sure I’d ever get an invite.” A cool smile indicating mere curiosity, though my hands curl into fist to keep myself from accosting him immediately.

 

[Veroe]

I place my wine glass on the coffee table. "An oversight I have finally rectified."

My arm around her pulls her in closer and my free hand folds over hers lightly. My thumb traces the soft area of skin between hers and her finger.