Lonely night

[PhoenixPrime01]

PJ:

"Then we won't Kat," I say smiling into your eyes before slamming onto your cervix once again and grinding on it.

My arms move your legs to my hips. Then my hands take hold of your shoulders as I lay down on your breasts pressing them hard between our dripping bodies.

A finger on either side presses under your arms and as you arch in response to the rush of sensations I roll us over so that you're now on top.

"Now Kat it's your turn. Ride me hard and ride me fast. Give as good as I have while I 'spur' you on.
Lift up then drop and impale yourself. When I'm ready I'll tell you and you can 'rabbit fuck' me with those great little hunches as I suck your nipples."

 

[jinnysub]

I don't know what to do. I haven't "dated" since high school, and I have no idea how to play this game.

Should I just be honest and tell him what I want? Will that scare him away? Should I try to play this out, and probably mess up the first opportunity that's come my way in my life?

The feel of my legs, the juncture of my legs, as I climb the stairs is good. The more I swing my hips, the more I can give myself a little action, and definitely, there's still a bit of action going on down below.

By the time I open my apartment, I have my mind made up. Or maybe I should say that another part of me has made sure that my mind was directed as it wished.



"Matt. I felt you when I got off the dryer. You saw me as I was on it. By the look of your pants, you're in the same state, and I'm going to admit that I'm pretty close to the same state myself."

"You're not going to believe this, but I have never had sex with a man. Nor a woman. Maybe someday I'll tell you the story why, but let's leave that tonight."

"That doesn't mean I don't want to. I want to. Now. Here. But ... I want my first time to be good."

"Do you hear what's going on on the other side of that wall? I've been listening to that for a week. I need to experience that on MY side of the wall."

"I'm not looking for anything but the experience, Matt. I'm not some old biddy who is looking for someone to hook up with."

"I want to be fucked. I want to be introduced ... to ... whatever you think I would enjoy."

"Please."

I started out my little speech sounding as if I were discussing a menu for supper. By the time I finished, I felt almost as if I were pleading, and found myself hoping against hope that this young man wouldn't laugh in my face and leave.

How can a person be 48 and 14 in the space of two minutes?

 

[intriguess]

Katrina

I smiled down at him, that special half smile that let him know I knew what he wanted, it was what I wanted, and that I was more than up for the challenge. I could feel him swelling inside me. I place my hands on his chest and my feet flat on the bed, and trotting up and down leaning forward into each thrust and leaning back as I pull out. Feeling every sinious inch of his cock against my cunt as I rode, wild and free. My eyes looked into his as his hand sent jolts of pleasure through me and his mouth locked onto one of my aching hard nipples. This was one time I wished I could suck my own tits. He kept my large breasts from straining me as I rode.

 

[caspai]

Sophie

ooc: Sophie is 23 years old, newly out of college, and on her own for the first time. She is trying her hand at being an artist, and has an inheritance from a grandfather she barely knew before he died. While her parents don't really approve of the life she has chosen, they feel that it is just a stage, and if they let her get it out of her system, she will settle down into the life they wish for her: wife and mother.

While she has been somewhat shelterd, having gone to boarding schools, she isn't a virgin. Too many visiting "brothers" at the schools all of the time for that to happen. Also, since the schools had been girls schools, she has had more than one lesbian relationship. She is fairly open to any kind of relationship, as long as it is one based on an equal footing.

She stands at 5'7", weighs 115 lbs, so her build is somewhat slender. She has long, straight auburn hair that tends toward soft brown, and deep brown eyes.

ic:

Pulling her car to a stop in her parking place, she sighed deeply. Weekends with her parents had never been an easy thing, but dinner tonight was especially difficult. They thought of her life as nothing more than just a hobby, and their patronizing attitudes had given her a raging headache. As she turned the key in the ignition, the row of silver bangles jangled together, causing a spike of pain through her temples. Taking them off, she threw them in the glove box, and, getting out of the car, stretched her arms above her head.

Looking around, Sophie saw several new cars in the parking area. Good, the place would be filling up. It had been somewhat lonely around the place, and new faces would make things more interesting. Walking around to the trunk of the car, she pulled out the overnight bag she had stashed there, wondering if her parents would be terribly upset at her for having ducked out on them early. Probably, but there wasn't much they could do about it now.

Unlocking the security gate, she walked across the common area, her midnight blue peasant skirt and white cotton blouse dancing with reflected moonlight from the swimming pool. Reaching her apartment, she unlocked the door, and stepped in, calling for her cat, hoping Rogue wasn't too terribly upset at her. The energetic black and white furball launched herself at Sophie, purring at her with a determination that caused her entire body to vibrate.

Dropping the bag by the door, she pushed the door closed, not noticing that it didn't close all the way, and headed for the bedroom, flopping down on it with the cat on her chest, and tries to fall asleep, hoping that it will make the headache go away.

 

[ozme52]

Matt & Simia - the first time

I can’t believe this woman is a virgin. She exudes a sexual presence, despite her apparent nervousness, but I guess her nervousness is real. Well, far be it from me to disappoint a lady, especially a lady as nice looking as Simia.

I step forward, into your personal space. You take a step back, still nervous, and another until you’ve backed into the kitchen counter. Once again I press against you pinning you tightly against the counter. I reach out, recreating that moment on the dryer, one hand on your arm, the other on your torso. I slowly caress your waist and hips, and back up to your waist, up your ribcage, lingering along the side of your breast, dropping my other hand to your waist, down to your hips, up again, up to your ribs, sliding one hand behind your back, down your spine, pulling you tighter to my body, leaning into you.

Putting my lips to yours, letting my tongue sneak between your lips. You open your lips, tentative, seeking, as I softly suck your lower lip between my lips. My hand continues down, to the top of your ass, caressing, fondling, squeezing.

“So you like to read romance novels” I whisper, blowing air as I speak across your lips, the nape of your neck, into your ear.

“Am I the hero, your rescuer? Or am I the villain? Do you even know?” My lips caress the hollow of your neck, a lick, a suck, drawing blood to the surface as you softly gasp, sparks beginning in your head, eyelids fluttering shut. You feel my prick against your leg, then I slowly part your legs with my thigh and let you ride it a bit.

“Put your arms over your head.” A request, but also an order. I slowly strip off your tank top, you feel my hands and fingers along your bare flanks as I pull it up. Fingers fleetingly caress your breasts. As the top comes over your eyes, I leave it there, a makeshift blindfold, my hands return to your bra, your breasts, roaming, exploring the curves, tweaking your nipples.

“Shall I take it off?” but before you can answer, my hands reach around the back and deftly unsnap all the hooks. I hold it together with one hand, the other returning to again tweak each nipple, a bit harder, holding cloth and flesh together, my first hand joining the second, each holding a nipple, then drawing them out, lifting, until they slide from between my fingers as I draw the bra up and over the top, drawing it up your arms and wrapping it loosely around your wrists.

I heft one breast, lift it, bring it to my descending lips, just the flick of the tongue over the nipple, unexpected. Then on to caress the flesh, kissing the top slopes, caressing the sides, the undersides, alternately hefting, squeezing, hefting, kissing, then finally back to your nipples. A nip, a bite, a lick, a suck. Bits of pleasure, contrasting feelings.

I draw my finger tips up, allowing your breasts to fall from my hands, dragging a nipple from between my lips, lightly scraping as it falls from between my teeth, my hands continue up, the finger nails following the contour of your underarms, up your triceps, tugging your tank top up and over your head, allowing you to see me as I stare into your eyes. I feel your legs tremble against mine.

“Where’s the bedroom?” though I already know. The apartments, lavish though they are, are near images of each other. I pull you arms, still entwined, forward and gently tug, leading you to your room. It is much as I expect, a mixture of feminine traits. I see the trappings of a chaste virgin teenager mixed with those of a sultry vamp. The same dichotomy you yourself displayed.

“I see you weren’t expecting company.” noting an extravagant number of “toys” on the nightstand, the bed, and even a couple discarded on the floor. You begin to blush, and open your mouth to explain.

“Hush.” I put a finger across your lips, then a bit lower, I nod into your questioning eyes and you take my finger into your mouth.

“Show me what you’d do if that was my cock.” Again you blush. “Show me. Make me want to stay.” Knowing full well I wouldn’t leave under any circumstances save a ‘No’ or ‘Stop’ from her.

“That’s right, use your lips, your tongue, show me how much you want it.” Simia’s enthusiasm was evident as was the growing pain of my cock within my pants leg, pointed ‘the wrong way.’ I unwrap the bra from around your hands, letting it drop to the floor. Your eyes show some disappointment, perhaps you want the ravisher. 'All in good time.' I think as I begin raising my arms.

“Take off my shirt.” Your hands are both tentative and trembling from a repressed desire as you pull the shirt from my pants. You raise it, revealing a lightly haired chest, broad, strong.

Even as tall as you are, you still have to get on your toes to pull the shirt over my hands, I don’t help at all. Your breasts rub up and down my chest as you try to take off my shirt.. I shuffle forward, forcing the length of me against your body, until I back you into the bed and you topple back. I discard my shirt. I pick up your leg, sliding my hand up and down your calf, feeling their curves, lean muscle. I slip off your running shoe and ankle sock. Lightly I massage the foot, toes, the ankle, and again softly caress the length of your calf. I toe off my own shoes and put a knee on the bed. I set your leg onto my shoulder, ankle against my neck, and take your other leg, repeating the entire process.

Your head is on one side, not looking, your upper body is trembling, your hands and fingers clawed into the bedspread. You’re breathing heavily already and almost moaning. You may claim to be a virgin, and I have no reason to doubt you, but you are clearly ready for the experience and not likely to balk at the last second.

Still holding your ankles to my neck, I “walk” my knees up the bed a few inches, causing your knees to part. Again I see your running shorts, wet with your anticipation. I stroke the insides of your thighs, above the knees and towards your crotch, and back again.

“Shall I take these off?” I give a small tug at your shorts. I feel your legs flex and release against my neck as you alternate between the need to close your legs and your need to open yourself to me, ‘Yes’ you nod.

“I didn’t hear that. Ask me.”

“Please, take them off.”

“Take what off? Ask me.”

“Take of my shorts, my panties. I need it.”

“Need what?” I tease.

“You know!” you gasp. I raise my eyebrows…… “Fuck me!!”

I grab the legs openings of your shorts, one in each hand, and pull them up as you lift your ass to help, your weight pressing down on my shoulders. I take the opportunity to lean forward, spreading you more, as I reach past the waistband of your shorts, grabbing the waist of your panties, and drag the last of your clothing over your hips and ass, up you thighs towards your raised knees and to your ankles, so that I can draw in a deep breath of your natural perfume into my lungs.

I lift you legs from my shoulders, slip your shorts off of your legs and drop them to the floor behind me. I set your feet on the bed keeping you open to me, unbuckle my belt, open and unzip my jeans. I back off the bed to allow my jeans to drop to my knees and then to the floor and step out of them. And out of my boxers.

I chuckle as I see you not looking, but still, taking a peek. I climb between your legs, parting your knees with my torso. Feeling the softness of your inner thighs on my flanks. I make a decision, I can see you are more than ready, very wet, very slick, as I caress your legs.

“You want this?” I ask as you nod. "What? Tell me what you want." This time there's no hesitation.

"I want your cock! Fuck me. Please."

“Then take it. Put me in you.” Your hand reaches under, tentative. Finding my penis, hard and stiff, you explore it with your hands, not massive like mine, but long slender fingers. The sensations as you explore the shape, size, and heft of it. As fingertips discover and trace my balls. I feel you give it a tug, urging me to move forward, forward towards your waiting pussy. Another tug and a whimper as you become ‘desperate’ for the feel of it against you.

As I slide forward, and unbend my back, I let my tongue glide from your navel, up your breasts, nipping the buds of your nipples, then settling my weight onto your body, kissing your neck, your lips, your eyelids, as you draw and push the head of my cock to spread the lips of your vulva. And that is where I stop you, pulling and tugging, but no farther in. Until you start to thrust upward, to capture my cock. And as you take each bit into you, I let it slide in, as if you were devouring it with your pussy. Bit by bit. Bite by bite. You sigh.

So I give you the rest in one,
long,
slow,
sliding,
thrust.

And I’m totally surprised by the immediacy of your first, partner induced, orgasm.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

PJ:

As you ride my cock my hands play with the two large breasts hanging in front of my face. My mouth moves nipple to nipple to lick, suck and lightly chew.

My fingers knead and dig into the firm softness and once where I wished them probe and stab, as I've done in so many places already tonight sending more streaks of pleasure through your body to your mind. Adding layer upon layer of need and lust, passion and desire to all you've already experienced. Now you're on the peak of a mountain of sexual thrills and pleasure with just a bit of minor pain now and then to enhance it a bit, to drive it higher.

My jaw opens as widely as possible and I suck and suck until my mouth is completely full of hot breast, then I lick it all as I bite and hold it with my teeth. Your movements pulling and stretching what my teeth and mouth have claimed.

 

[Llyr]

Mark

At midnight the party is still going on quite nicely. I'd managed to convince Lisa to turn down the stereo a few decibals in deference to my new neighbors whom I assumed had to work the next day. (A perk I've always loved about the arts is the ability to sleep in. The fact that almost all my friends are also either dancers, actors, or musicians makes for convenience when it comes to hanging out - and parties. "Of course, it also makes all our relationships sort of ... well ... incestuous," Emile had once mused. I have to agree, but that doesn't stop me from being wildly infatuated with at least two of my female friends.)

"Nobody bother me for at least 20 minutes," I shout to no one in particular. "Going swimming!"

I can't track down my shorts, and I don't yet have the nerve to try skinny dipping in the complex pool, so I compromise by pulling on a desperately beat up pair of cutoffs. Throwing a towel over my shoulders, I wave jauntily to the crew and slip out the door. I'm encouraged by the appreciative whistle I get from Lisa on my way out, but a bit bummed when she doesn't immediately get up to follow me poolside.

I notice it hasn't gotten any cooler in the past few hours as I take the steps down two at a time. Still great for swimming - "and verrry quiet in Mr. Rogers' neighborhood," I giggle. "Absolut giggle," I add before nearly stumbling down the last five steps.

Moving past the parking lot I note a new car - or at least one I hadn't seen in my earlier excursion away from the party. The newest Mercedes sports coupe. "Very sweet!" I murmur as I pad over to the pool.

About to slide in, I see that one of my neighbors' doors is partially open. It's not Katrina's, and it's not where the “Laundry Couple” were heading. I'm curious but I don't want to intrude on anyone's privacy - especially since it's the apartment directly below mine, and I have no idea if I'll be greeted as friend or foe.

The water's perfect. I think it might even be heated - which means winter swimming! Oh baby! I swim a few hard laps to drive the vodka through my system and then roll over onto my back. The water is like quicksilver in the moonlight and I drift off ...

Stretch'd and still lies the midnight / Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness...

"Wha?" I say splashing out of my drowse. "Where the hell did THAT come from?" Frost? No. Too ... sexy. And suddenly recollecting: "Thank you, Mrs. Richards," I quietly acknowledge my 11th grade English teacher who made us memorize Whitman.

Climbing out of my pool I notice my neighbor's door is still open. I have no idea how much time has passed, but it’s been at least 15 minutes. Too long for a door to just hang open into an apparently dark apartment. Feeling reasonably sober, quite curious, and a little concerned, I quietly move up and ease the door open a bit further.

"Um, hello?" I step in quietly, noticing a bag sitting by the front door. It's dark, although the open blinds allow enough moonlight into the room to see that it is fairly sparsely furnished ... and that no one is there. The music from my apartment is faintly audible, and hearing it I'm tempted to turn back, but what if the guy is sick or something? Images of an 80 year old man lying in a bath tub with his skull split open leap into my head.

Moving into a darker room I say quietly, "Anybody home?"

In the deeper darkness I can see two small points of light. Not a nightlight. Too ... greenish. Stepping forward another few feet I freeze when I hear an unearthly hiss from right about where the *gulp* eyes are. Not an old man - an old lady with an attack cat.

"Shit! Nice kitty ..." I whisper as I try to back out of the room.

 

[intriguess]

Katrina

As I rode him I wondered if he was leaving marks on my breasts as the motions tugged against feeling the nipples stretch, the sensation was intense, a mixture of electricity pain pleasure desire. Life blends into another reality and I no longer can tell whose skin is whose.

I feel a deep ache inside me as I ride him, a need that drives me to go faster, harder, twisting a little as I move. My senses blur to a point where I can taste his cock inside me and hear his thrusts upward, and feel his groans.

My fingers dig into his back needing to feel as much of him as possible. My past experiences pale in comparision to this one single moment of pure bliss.

I couldn't imagine doing this frequently and could see the benefit of variety. Right now my tolerance was thin as I was overcharged and undoubtedly in sexual shock.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

PJ:

As you rock back and forth, rise and drop again and again, I can feel my balls tightening and my cock swell announcing my imminent release.

My mouth changes breasts to repeat what you'd expericenced on the other.

My finger moves to a new spot and stabs and grinds.

My finger and thumb on my other hand catches and traps your clit. It's bigger and harder now from all that's been building and the previous pinch.

Now it's pinched again. Pinched, twisted and stretched.

As your body jerks in reaction and your mouth drops open in a soundless scream, my back arches. My hips rise taking you with me fully impaled on my hard shaft. Your entire body weight rests on your battered cervis and pelvis. Not a millimeter of me is outside of you.

The head pushing, stretching your cervix and I moan out, "Noooowww! Nooowww CUMMMM with me Nowwww Katttt!"

My hips jerk and jump making my cock head rub in your depths as my balls send stream after stream of hot, viscious, sticky cum shooting up my cock to splash on your cervix and fill your cunt to overflowing.

"Ahhh, ooooohhhh Goodddsss Yesssss! CUMMM KAT! NOOOWWW!"

 

[intriguess]

Katrina

Cumming on demand had never been so easy as I felt a weight fall from my shoulders resting agaisnt your balls. I cry out his name and feel as if my skin were exploding, and then you are filling me. I gasp and slump on top of you. I take several deep breaths as your cock twitches inside me. "You are amazing, you will have to teach me about those pressure points." I murmur feeling the tinges of pain now, the tiredness, the sweat on my skin. I find myself yawning and muttering, "I wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow." I wonder briefly if he will stay the night. I'm positive that either way I'll get a good night's sleep.


OOC my bad I hit new thread instead of reply the first time

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

PJ:

OOC: Hence the new Katerina storyline hmm? *L*
I've done it myself more than once.

IC:
We lay intertwined and panting. As we fight to regain our breath again we lightly caress each other and feel all of the places already felt but without the same urgency. Now it's to ease and relax each other and get to 'know' each other much better and languidly.

When I'm breathing normally again I slip from your embrace and out of bed.

A quick trip to the bathroom and I return with two damp, steaming wash cloths and a towel.

Slowy and gently I wipe all of the persperation from your face and body and dry you. The final thing is to use a cloth to clean and dry where I've just been and so enjoyed.

Back to the bathroom and then back to you and the bed.

"Do you wish me to leave so you can sleep Kay or would you like me to sleep here with you tonight? I know my preference, but it's up to you," I say then kiss you as I gather you into my arms again.

 

[intriguess]

katrina

"Depends on how you like to sleep," I roll onto my side. "I warn you I shift around a lot trying to get settled in." I yawn and roll on back and stretch my body. "Course right now I feel like I could sleep like a baby." I smile and pat the bed, "Please, stay." I move onto my tummy and finally settle into the pillow. The smell of our passion lingered in the room and I closed my eyes anticipating the feel of your body lying next to mine. I open my eyes long enough to check to make sure my alarm clock is on and set. "Night," I murmur softly as my eyes grow heavy.

 

[caspai]

Sophie

I am sitting on a beach, watching as the sun sets, descending in a firey ball into the waves that seem to roll into infinity. I struggle to capture the scene in my mind so that I can try to interpret it on canvas later, and have almost decided which shade of orange it is that is flowing from the center outwards, when a seagull flys down at me, hissing....

HISSING?!!!

Eyes flying open, I am instantly awake. My eyes fly to where Rogue is standing, back arched, every hair on her wirely little body standing straight up. She is staring at a man standing just inside my bedroom door, backing away slowly. I know that I should feel frightened, but all I can feel is amused. How can I be frightened by a man who can be held off by a cat? Laughing helplessly, I keep having a single phrase run through my head.

Beware, this apartment protected by an attack cat. *laugh* Rogue, you are a very brave kitty, but you can calm down, now. If he were intent on mayhem, we would both already be dead.

Reaching over, I turn on the lamp next to the bed, a reproduction of a Tiffany I had picked up at a garage sale, just to irritate my mother. I then prop myself up against the headboard with a couple of pillows, and look up at the tall, very male, stranger.

I think perhaps introductions are in order. Since you are the one in enemy territory, I laughingly glance at Rogue I think maybe you should start.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

PJ:

I settle in beside you, slide an arm under your pillow and use it to pull you to me so that your head is nestled on my shoulder.

My arm circles you and my hand rests lightly on your back as I turn on my side, kiss the nape of your neck and give it a long, gentle lick.

My other hand rests on your lovely ass and I snuggle in closly so we're skin to skin from head to hips, legs slightly entangled and close my eyes with a contented and satisifed smile and sigh.

A fleeting thought passes through my mind as I begin to doze off, ' I wonder if all of the neighbors are as friendly,' and again I smile as my breathing begins to deepen.

 

[intriguess]

Katrina

I wondered if the whole complex was as sex crazed as we were. I was dreaming of an impersonal feast of flesh orgy with my three male neighbors and two lovely women. I woke to the sound of my alarm going off. I snuggled up closer to Dragon as I would now think of him and stretched and turned it off. I cursed Monday mornings inwardly as I pulled myself out of bed.

"Morning, I have to work this morning, and then I have time off to unpack and fill my fridge. I should be free and swimming laps by three."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

PJ:

I chuckle softly as you talk about work and back by 3:00.

"I think you need to look at the clock Kat. I set the alarm back last night before getting into bed.
We're up an hour earlier than you expected."

Again chucking, "Now Kat, if you wish, this time can be spent in a couple of ways.
I can introduce you to those exercises I mentioned last night orrrr, we can indugle ourselves again, orrrr both, orrrr we can skip the exercises and just indule ourselves again.
All naturally with a mutual shower afterwards."

I'm looking into your eyes with a slightly wicked grin and when I've finished I chuckle again.

 

[jinnysub]

Simia

What surprised me the most was not the sight of him (surprise, no, THRILLING? YES!) It wasn't the feel of him touching me. Not even the feel of him inside me. It was the effect his voice had on me.

He undressed me. He undressed me with his eyes. But it was his voice that stripped away the layers of reticence, the uncertainty. It was his voice that ratcheted up each level of my desire. He undressed me, but his voice stripped me.

The sound of it was as if I were hypnotized. I think ... I'm sure ... that whatever he had asked of me, I would have complied.

The thought of his asking more stirs me. Again.

"I thought, well, I was afraid it might hurt. It did, a little, but ...
thank you."

"Was I ... was I ok? If ... I wasn't, is there something I can do? For you? Tell me. Please. You were so wonderful to me."

As I walk toward him, I realize that ... what the girls used to say about walking, moving, after "being laid" was not so far from the truth. I think ... I think that just about everything about my life is going to be a little different from now on.

I hope.

"Oh, and these things. I've ... I've never used them. Most of them I've never had a chance to get out of the box. I ... Well, I went to one of those places the other day and ... got so ... so embarrassed that I just bought whatever the guy gave me. I don't even know what most of them are for, actually."

 

[Llyr]

"Ow! Bright light!" I laugh as I shield my eyes from the light of a table lamp my neighbor has just switched on.

Okaaaaayyyyy - definitely NOT an old lady I discover when I get my vision back to find a very attractive young woman looking at me, clearly amused. Her cat, a black and white tabby, curls itself next to her but continues to eye me guardedly. Great. It already knows I'm a dog person.

Looking back up into the owner's face I lose the thread of whatever it was I'd been planning to say. I'm too busy noticing the way her hair runs smoothly into the line of her neck. And how ... deep ... her eyes are. And the really adorable things her smile does to her nose, especially when the smile broadens as it's doing right now. I suddenly realize she's asked me my name a good thirty seconds ago - and I can't recall it.

Jeez! Are you KIDDING me?????? Get it together MARK!

"Oh! I guess I am the bad guy!" I grin. "Sorry. I'm Mark. I just noticed your door's been open for a bit, and just figured I should just, you know, check ... to make sure everything was, you know, alright here?"

The cat yawns and tucks its head back into its owner's lap. Splendid. I've bored the cat. And poor Jack is upstairs missing this, his revenge for my having laughed at his dancing.

"So now that everything's okay and I've completely humiliated myself in front of your cat, I'll be heading back to the pool. I found a very large stone there that should be just heavy enough to drag me to the bottom. But it was really great meeting you Miss .... "

Offering "Miss" is very definitely an act of hope.

 

[ozme52]

Matt

I thought Simia had fallen asleep after that first session and I am looking around the bedroom, trying to get a handle on this perplexing lady.

After Simia's first orgasm, her eyes had grown wide as I continued to thrust in and out of her. I maneuvered us through a few positions, mostly me on top, giving her several more orgasms. I rode her high, giving a lot of stimulation to her clit; I hooked her knees over my elbows and lifted her ass from the bed as I rolled forward over her. Each change brought her a new series of sensations and ultimately an orgasm. Not that she was multi-orgasmic; each seemed to be a separate climax, independent of the last.

After the last, she seemed to fall asleep, and I decided to get up for a while.

Now she is up, coming across the room towards me, asking if she was "any good." She certainly wants to be pleasing. Yeah, I believe her now, she was a virgin, or terribly inexperienced. Any experienced woman this good looking would be supremely confident.

Simia seems terribly embarrassed that I am looking at her “toy” collection. Almost begging me to use them on her. Maybe later. Now that she’s awake, I have something else in mind.

“Simia. Get back on the bed. Go on. We’re not through. Not yet.” It comes out a little sternly and her reaction is electric. Perfect, because I am definitely in the mood to be stern. Not having any furniture will do that to a man.

I follow her and she climbs up on the bed, rolls over and spreads her legs inviting me to climb aboard.

“No. Roll over and get on your hands and knees. That’s right! Now down on your elbows.” You blush as you realizes how this displays all your charms to me.

“Back up a bit, closer to the edge of the bed. Good girl! Now, I want you to lower your face to the bed, take your weight off of your arms.” As you obey my request I take one of your hands and pull it towards me, until your shoulder is bearing your weight and your hand is stretched to your ankle.

“Grab your ankle. Don’t let go.” I do the same to your other hand. You shudder with excitement as I fondle your ass, now high in the air. And again as I fondle your pussy from behind and below, my hand comes away wet with your juices.

“Simia. Simia! Listen carefully. If you let go of your ankles, for any reason, I’ll leave. You don’t want me to leave do you?” I tease. I really get off on this form of mental bondage.

Simia whimpers a soft “No, don’t go.”

I walk around the bed, inspecting you from all angles. I sit down by your side and caress the underside of your nearest breast, tweak the nipple, squeezing it a bit harder until you gasp, just a bit, and I let go. I stroke your hair, caress your flank and reach under your belly, down to between your legs and back up, stroking your taut stomach and the underside of your lowest rib. I get up again and approach from behind again.

One hand pressing down on the small of your back, just above the cleft of your ass cheeks, I reach between and under your legs from behind and fully cup your vulva. Holding your pussy fully in my hand, I wiggle all my fingers, insinuating my index finger between your lips, it slips in so easily. You’re so wet. I squeeze the lips tightly between my fingers and around the invading digit, wiggling it around inside, as deeply as I can reach, which is very deep. I can feel it tickle your cervix.

“Do you like this Simia? Remember, don’t let go. Don’t let go even if you cum again. Don’t let go for any reason.” I withdraw my finger and extend it to cover your clit. I revolve the pad of my finger around your clit, slowly, pushing the fleshy hood over and around, letting it grow even larger, until it holds the hood aside itself. I gather more of your juice and slick it against your clit, pressing my finger against it so that it slips out from under the pressure, and then I do it again. I can hear you gasping almost continually.

I extend my finger away from your clit, I know it’s about three inches removed, and I swing it up, rapidly, to thump you between the lips and “slap” against your clit. You grunt in surprise, and then a moan as I rotate your clit under it again. And again I withdraw it. You moan in expectation and I don’t disappoint as I snap it up again, directly into your clit. You let out a long groan of pleasure. This goes on and on as I punish your clit, making it swell, reddening as it continues to engorge with blood.

Slap
Slap
Slap

Each brings you another wave of pleasure. You’re dripping nectar copiously, making my whole hand wet with your fluid.

Slap
Slap
Slap

I listen to another deep groan escape your lips. I let you take a few breaths, slowing as you regain a bit of control.

“Don’t let go.” I whisper as I step away, taking one last caress of your sweet butt. I’m only gone a moment.

“You’ve really never used any of your toys?” I ask as I turn on a vibrator I have fetched from your dresser. I hear you whimper, just a hint of fear. You begin to raise your shoulders and again I remind you,

“If you let go of your ankles, I will leave. You don’t want that do you?” and you settle back down. I lay the vibrator; still on it’s lowest setting, to rest between your ass cheeks. I step up to the end of the bed, letting you feel my legs on the insides of your feet and ankles and fingers as I step between your legs. I draw your ass closer to me, changing your position slightly, grab my cock and begin rubbing it up and down between your pussy lips, spreading them, letting them slide back together, just to spread them again.

I take the vibrator and circle it around the roseate bud of your anus, pressing harder when it’s on the flesh between your pussy and your asshole, then lighter circling again.

I hear your groaning, almost one continuous unending sound, broken only by intermittent gasps for air. The next time I part your lips, I leave my cock wedged in you, feel you clenching, grab your hips, wrapping my fingers around, all the way round front, so you can feel them dig in as I pull you onto my waiting cock. The vibrator falls to the bed.

I thrust forward and thump against your g-spot, already swollen, I stroke in and out, again and again, you feel me deeper than before, thumping incessantly against your g-spot until you imagine you can taste my flesh in the back of your mouth. Each stroke shakes you to your core. Dragging your pussy flesh in and out with it as faster and faster I stroke my cock in and out of you, in and out, again and again, until you shudder in another overwhelming climax, you clamp down hard on my cock, closing the circuits between my brain and my cock, I flash blazing white light, seeing nothing, as my body takes over and I spill my seed into you, you feel it scalding your insides, as I pump and pump and pump and pump.

Somewhere during those last few moments, you must have let go of your ankles. I don’t leave. I drag back the covers, guide you between them, and join you, spooning into your back. Forcing you into a fetal position as I mold my legs into you, knees to the back of your knees, your butt to my belly, one arm draped across your side, cradling a luscious breast.

Tomorrow is another day.

 

[intriguess]

Katrina

It was no wonder she was tired then. She yawned, she felt like crawling into the sheets for another hour of sleep but it was too late for that. She must look terrible, eyes crusted with sleep, morning breath. She smiled as she looked at him, he probably didn't notice.

"Let me go to the bathroom first," she stretched, feeling the aches of overdoing it last night. She used the bathroom and washed her face. She felt awake, but not much more. She noticed a few marks on her fair skin where he had stabbed, poked, or bite too hard. She combed her hair and tied it back. She plodded back down the hall and felt hung over, when she had never been hung over in her life.

 

[caspai]

Sophie

I have no idea how long I have been asleep, but the headache is long gone. Rogue doesn't trust him, but since when has Rogue trusted anyone? My brothers were constantly siccing their various pedigreed mutts on her, so men, as a general rule, weren't high on her list.

My name is Sophie, and it was kind of you to come and check on me. I would ask if you had just moved in, but, well, we all have. So you are going for a midnight swim, are you? That sounds like it could be a lot of fun. Care if I join you?

Standing up, I notice how wrinkled my clothes are from having slept in them. Without a second thought, I shed them quickly, and stand in front of Mark wearing nothing but a pair of bright red satin thong panties.

I'm ready if you are.

With a smile, and the self confidence of having modeled in countless art classes throughout my life, I walk past him, within a fraction of a millimeter of touching him, but not quite. Just past him, I turn, offering him a glimpse of tanned breast, and say

You don't mind if I join you, do you?

 

[jinnysub]

Again, the sound of his voice is overpowering and empowering at the same time.

His voice drives away any shame, reticence, discomfort as I find myself writhing in positions I wouldn't have imagined myself just days ago.

Draped for an examination, I found the embarrassment profound, but now, lying with my ass in the air, I find myself hoping that he'll tell me to do something more...the next thing...

Limited in my prior experience, I now feel as if there are no limits. Despite my fear, my greatest fear is that he will leave and those limits will go untested.

As if he were reading my mind, he expresses those fears and I find myself whimpering



"No, don't go."


Does he know, can he know, how deeply I need him to stay, how deeply I need him to lead me further?

Not knowing whether he is serious about leaving me, I resolve that I must be even more obedient, more aware of what his wishes for me might be. Only by fulfilling his wish can my desire be fulfilled. Only his imagination can fuel my need for exploration.

Earlier, his fingers, his cock, inside me were a welcome invasion. Now ... it is the lack of his fingers, or him, inside me that is felt as a loss. Being filled is not the exception, it has become the delicious norm and every other moment is loss, time spent wandering and seeking.

Then, as he slaps me, the pain and pleasure make me realize that there are limits of which I have no idea, limits that I shudder contemplating. Shudder with fear. But also shudder with anticipation. And desire.

I lose track of my moans and grunts. The line between them being an expression of desire fulfilled and desire anticipated, and needed, dissolves. My body is in tune with his rhythm, is jarred with intense desire when he interrupts that rhythm even a split second.



"Don't let go."

I can't let go. But in the sense of surrender to him , I can't NOT let go. I let go in that sense what seems like hours ago.

I know he is looking at my toy collection. Yet, the absence of his attention to me is toying with my limits. The need to comply is fighting with the need deep within me for another release. My ass quivers in response to that inner war, and then he presses something buzzing to my anus and there is no longer the need for inner battle.

He has fulfilled my need, again. Is fulfilling. Just as my pussy cries almost uncontrollably again to be filled, he is there.

Then there is only oblivion. I wake briefly, find myself cuddled within him, and go back to sleep.

The thought of him looking at the toys I brought home keeps surfacing. Consciously? Subconsciously? I know not. The belt or corset or whatever it was ... with the holes, holes I now knew were holders for the type of toy he had used not so long ago. Dreams, speculations, of how it might be used by him troubled my sleep ... troubled? No...enhanced...disturbed, maybe...

 

[ozme52]

Matt

Sometime during the night, I wake up, roll off the bed and take a piss. Returning to Simia's room, I see she is dreaming, moaning in her sleep. She's kicked off the sheets, her hands are tucked between her legs. Well, at least she's enjoying her dream....

I pull the top sheet back over her. I look around again, taking in the paraphenalia. I'm pretty sure could have this woman, but do I want her? I am truly torn. And restless and I don't want to disturb her sleep.

Perhaps a little fresh air, take in the stars. We'll have to have a frank conversation in the morning, Simia and I.

I stroll out to the pool area, lie down in one of the deck chairs, hands behind my head, staring skyward.

I hear a meow and there's a cat rolling, stretching and scratching it's back on the pool deck concrete. I'm not a cat fancier, but they all seem to love me. This one is a bit stand-offish but is clearly desiring some petting. I can hear the purring as it rubs its side along the leg of a deck chair.

"Where'd you come from kitty?" I wonder if it belongs to someone in the building or is a stray.

"Do you have a home or are you a refugee like me?" I chuckle.

My attention shifts as I hear someone padding out towards the pool, maybe for a night swim.

Probably, what was 'the suit's' name, oh yeah, Mark. Mark and some of his guests. I get up and return to Simia's apartment.

 

[ozme52]

Matt

Checking my watch, I decide I can walk back to the tavern, pick up my car, and be back before sun up with coffee and donuts.

Just in case Simia wakes up while I'm gone, I write a quick note and leave it on the pillow next to her head.

As I walk toward the street, the short hair calico I had seen by the pool darts past me. I begin to whistle as I head up the street.

 

[jinnysub]

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