Mary Williams - a Victorian Bride

[DeliciousMaiden]

Male role recast - new version of story coming up ...

Prologue:

Mary stared up at the fine pattern made by the candle on the ceiling above her head and sighed softly as she stretched her limbs. Around her the bedding cocooned her with warmth and security, her nightgown had long since been smoothed back into a respectable position as her new husband had rolled off her and slept content. Somehow she had expected him to spend the whole night with her, yet she was relieved of course when after only a half hour to gather his strength, he had kissed her and with a murmur of endearments made his way across to his own bedchamber and left her to consider her new status as Mrs Williams.

How could she fail but be pleased with her lot? She had come far from her humble beginnings, in fact, as an abandoned infant whose parentage could be guessed at, but never confirmed she had been taken in and raised as a young lady of respectability who knew her place, was biddable and dutiful and had as a reward for her humility married way beyond anyone’s expectations, even her own!

She sighed and closed her eyes. Even enduring the more ... private ... obligations of the marital bed had been less onerous than she had imagined. The discomfort had been tolerable, the pain, brief and she would soon learn to counter her embarrassment in the knowledge that she owed her duty to Edward now he was her husband. As a wife she knew he would care for her and she in turn would suffer his attentions with good grace.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Maternal Visitation

”I’m ashamed to call you my daughter!”

The harsh statement caused her eyes to snap open in shock.

”... duty and obligation indeed! Respectable you might be, but with no feeling, no freedom, no passion! What use is that!?”

Mary struggled upright and blinked as her eyes settled on the apparition who sat at the end of her bed.
The form was that of a woman, a tavern wench, she guessed, though Mary knew little about people like these and although her shape was transparent, her dark eyes glowed with anger and disgust.

”W.. who... what .... are you...?”

Mary stammered drawing the covers around her only to have them wrenched out of her hand by the spectre as those eyes took in the generous curve of breasts still hidden beneath the modest nightgown.

”If you were not my own child ... “

The ghostly woman seemed exasperated.

”.. your child .... “

Mary repeated the reality of what form this apparition claimed to have taken finally sinking in and the horror evident on her face as she considered what parentage she may have indeed come from.

” ... and you are.... for all that they’ve taken any spirit out of you ... but ... that’ll be remedied ... married you may be and to a good man at that, but one who deserves a woman, not a ...”

Mother and daughter regarded each other with equal distaste.

”Before the clock strikes 3 am, you will be visited by 3 spirits.
Each spirit will show you there are many pleasures to be shared between a man and a woman.
Before dawn rises you will know how to be so much more than a good wife and offer much more than mere.... endurance and duty .... “

Before Mary could speak a word, the apparition disappeared and the clock began to strike out the hour ... midnight ....

 

[MasterOfUrMind]

The clock had barely finished chiming when a warm wind blew through Mary’s bedroom, ruffling the bedclothes and causing the fire to flare in the fireplace. Suddenly it felt uncomfortably warm in the bed as if the fire were now burning a bit too hot. Then as if appearing out of nowhere, a man sat beside her on the bed. And quite the man he was too, except for his coloring, you could have been excused for mistaking him for a Greek statue of Adonis, the prime of male youthfulness. He was shockingly and completely nude, his skin smooth and seemingly hairless. Mary shrieked in surprise but the man shushed her with a finger to her lips. “Do not be afraid my sweet, I am one of the three spirits your mother told you about.” Unlike the spirit of her mother, this spirit seemed solid and warm.

“I am the Spirit of Sexual Pleasure.” He said and smiled. “For foremost sex is meant to be pleasurable. Without pleasure sex is as meaningless as swine rutting. I will teach you to find the pleasure in sex as well as how to find it yourself, even if your partner is not as considerate as he should be.” Mary realized again how warm it seemed despite being covered only by the thin cotton nightdress. “I apologize for the warmth, but what I have to show you is best done in the nude. It will feel much more comfortable if you remove your nightgown.”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

The chimes rang out in the dimly lit room. Mary shivered at the chilling experience of the vision she felt sure she must have imagined. As the last chime echoed into silence, the lightest of breezes seemed to catch at Mary’s loose tresses, causing her to rise timidly to see the fire flaring in its hearth casting a warm glow throughout the room. Sat up fully in her bed, she allowed the sheets to fall from her, those layers no longer needed as heat seemed to suffuse and illuminate the room heralding the arrival of a man seated beside her.
Speechless, Mary’s eyes roamed along the shoulders, the torso.
At first immobile and statue-like, Mary gave a cry of shock when he turned towards her, making her aware of his full nudity and the intensity of his gaze.

“Do not be afraid my sweet, I am one of the three spirits your mother told you about.”

Mary flushed hotly at the sensation of his finger upon her lips.
He was so ... warm... so real ... and so ... naked, she considered as she made every effort not to let her eyes wander lower to view his ... private ... area...


“I am the Spirit of Sexual Pleasure. For foremost sex is meant to be pleasurable. Without pleasure sex is as meaningless as swine rutting. “

He smiled as she stared in shock at the ... graphic ... nature of his words!”

“I will teach you to find the pleasure in sex as well as how to find it yourself, even if your partner is not as considerate as he should be.”

Mary’s cheeks flamed at the very idea of being taught anything sexual, least of all by a man such as he.

“I apologize for the warmth, but what I have to show you is best done in the nude.
It will feel much more comfortable if you remove your nightgown.”

The relief at his misunderstanding of what caused the rosiness of her cheeks was immediately replaced by panic.

”N... nude..?”

She stammered, shaking her head incredulously.

”That would be ... “

The word “shameful” would not leave her lips. She eyed the naked apparition and drew away from him fearful of what he might insist that she do.

”I allowed my..h.. husband .. his pleasure ... “

She defended herself.

”He did not require me to remove my clothes, nor more than candle light ... “

How could she reveal more to this .. being ... than her husband required of her?

”A good wife is modest and virtuous ... “

She quoted a much learned lesson.

”.. and my husband most ... considerate ..

Somehow she had to make him realise that this was all a mistake!

"My ... mother ... if such she was ... made an error in sending you here ... “

She asserted expecting him to accept and to move on to a more ... suitable ... subject...

 

[MasterOfUrMind]

The spirit laughed and it was a merry sound. “I think you are mistaken, my sweet, for indeed your very words strike against exactly what I have come to teach you.” He touched her hand, his skin warm and amazingly smooth. “You say you allowed your husband his pleasure, but what of your own pleasure, dear one? Besides, a cold woman is a empty pleasure at best. Most men prefer a willing partner to a reluctant one, and a man truly satisfied by a willing woman, a woman who is an active partner in achieving pleasure for both partners, will not stray from home.”

Without moving his hand the warmth of it seemed to spread up her arm and then outward through her chest. Mary felt her skin flush and her nipples harden. She also experienced a strange emptiness, as if she were suddenly aware of something she had never known she was missing, but not being quite certain what it was.

“And your husband? He is a good man to be sure, but he, as much as you, is a product of his upbringing. He considers his own needs, but does not realize that you too have similar ones. You must teach him, as I will teach you, the proper ways to produce in yourself the pleasure he also seeks. The baring of your flesh is not a thing to be looked on with shame or fear. Modesty was never intended to extend into the marital bed. The Bible says that in marriage, a man and a woman shall become one flesh, how could they possibly due that through so many layers?” He laughed again and it was difficult not to laugh with him when he did.

The warmth continued to spread, causing the same flush and empty feeling elsewhere on her body, spreading across her her belly, her neck and her back. “Now, I have no desire to force you to disrobe, but I do have the means to do so. It will make my task, and your own, far more difficult, however, if I must do it, I shall. I should warn you as well, that at least one of the spirits that come after me will not look so kindly on such refusals. So what shall it be, my sweet? Will you disrobe and step with me into a world of pleasure that you have never dreamed about, or must I drag you into that world?” By now, the warmth had spread through all her limbs, but it had also begun to gather, and intensify in her belly, causing a strange warmth that made it more difficult to think clearly.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Mary’s prim and most proper response was met with mirthful laughter!

“I think you are mistaken, my sweet, for indeed your very words strike against exactly what I have come to teach you.”

Rather than anger at her attempted dismissal at him, he was all warmth and humour.

“You say you allowed your husband his pleasure, but what of your own pleasure, dear one?

His hand was upon hers, the touch strangely reassuring, his question made her flush at the inappropriate nature, yet it made her consider, if but for a second.

”Besides, a cold woman is a empty pleasure at best. Most men prefer a willing partner to a reluctant one, and a man truly satisfied by a willing woman, a woman who is an active partner in achieving pleasure for both partners, will not stray from home.”

Her mind struggled to make sense of his words. She had been willing, as far as her lack of experience had allowed her, yet the idea of being .. active ... She could never imagine ...
She looked down at where his hand still rested upon hers. Neither its pressure, nor movement had altered yet she felt as if he were running his fingers up her arm and then ...
She blinked, the combination of sensation confusing. Her body felt such warmth and yet ... Within her she felt somewhat ... hollow.

“And your husband?”

She mentally shook herself, her eyes raising to meet his once more as she focused on his words.

”He is a good man to be sure, but he, as much as you, is a product of his upbringing. He considers his own needs, but does not realize that you too have similar ones.
You must teach him, as I will teach you, the proper ways to produce in yourself the pleasure he also seeks.”

Her husband was a good man and considerate, yet she could not imagine how she could ever bring herself to speak of ... this pleasure that this naked apparition seemed so at ease discussing!

”The baring of your flesh is not a thing to be looked on with shame or fear.
Modesty was never intended to extend into the marital bed.”

His voice was kind ... patient ... persuasive ...

”The Bible says that in marriage, a man and a woman shall become one flesh, how could they possibly due that through so many layers?”

She found herself smiling as his laughter rang out in the room.
There was a logical argument to counter what he was saying to her ... but ... right now, she couldn’t quite think of it ...
Her mind seemed not to be working.
Her body felt strangely flushed ... and for the first time in her life she found it very difficult to ignore the awareness of the curve and weight of strangely sensitised breasts, the quivering deep within her belly; even her neck and back prickled with some strange awareness.
Yet to counter this there seemed a core to which that disturbing warmth did not reach.

“Now, I have no desire to force you to disrobe, but I do have the means to do so.”

She blinked. Was it a threat, an ultimatum? Delivered with the patience of a parent speaking to a reluctant child, she found it difficult to know how to react to his words.

”It will make my task, and your own, far more difficult, however, if I must do it, I shall.”

Within herself she felt her stomach lurch and heart race in what could only have been fear.

”I should warn you as well, that at least one of the spirits that come after me will not look so kindly on such refusals.”

She had quite forgotten that he was one of three visitations; if her “mother’s” words had been true that was ... and she had no reason to doubt that she fully intended for Mary to receive 3 visitations.

” So what shall it be, my sweet?”

The soft question focused her attention once more.

” Will you disrobe and step with me into a world of pleasure that you have never dreamed about, or must I drag you into that world?”

Every instinct told her that this was wrong ... so .. wrong ... yet ... as she tried to summon the words to object to his reasoning, she found she could not vocalise what her upbringing told her must be true.
The idea of pursuing sexual pleasure was ..shocking... yet within the marriage bed...
He had quoted the Bible, but right now she could not quite remember the example he gave.
He was not her husband, yet ... he was not a living man ...
Though much as she attempt to avoid the sight, she could not ignore the intimidating sight of his naked manhood.
Round and round the thoughts whirled as she impatiently pushed at the covers around her.
It had grown way too hot, but she knew that the heat was as much within as in the bedchamber!

“I... can’t ... “

She whispered haltingly as her head seemed to spin strangely.
Her body seemed to have a life of its own as she took a breath in a vain attempt to think clearly.
If she did not resist, if she did not flee him, she truly feared she may lose control of her senses, of any sense of morality.

”I ... dare not... “

She finally confessed, eyes pleading silently with his for understanding, reassurance.
She had feared he would laugh, yet his eyes seemed to lock with hers making her feel as if he were seeking out her soul.
Somehow she felt him reach out for her.
She tried to evade his touch, she was sure, yet as she attempted to move, her limbs already felt too heavy, too languorous to effect any type of escape.
Somehow she found herself drawn against him, arms surrounding her and the sensation of his warm solid torso pressing against hers for the briefest of minutes as his voice seemed to croon comfortingly ... as if stilling her fear... then he drew back as if awaiting her response.

From far off his voice seemed to instruct, encourage, that brief contact had been enough to quell the rising panic and yet as she lifted her hands to pull the laces of her bodice free they trembled as she fumbled with the fastenings.

She had taken the first step, though she knew her courage would soon fail her if she did not request his assistance ...

”Help me..?”

She murmured, her face flushed crimson as she loosened the last of the laces, her bodice now sufficiently awry to afford a glimpse of her cleavage beneath and to allow ample head room for the nightgown to be pulled clear of her body ...

Mary

 

[MasterOfUrMind]

The spirit smiled, a smile full of warmth and reassurance. “Of course, my sweet.” He answered her as he reached for the edges of her nightdress. As he did so, his hands came into contact with her thighs, and suddenly, a small part of the emptiness she had felt before faded and was replaced by joyous, thrilling warmth at his touch. His hands began to slide up, moving to her hips, then up her sides, carrying the nightdress and the warmth with them as they progressed slowly upward. He paused just a moment to cup her breasts when he had freed them and the feeling of pleasurable warmth intensified, and then finally the dress went up and over her head, leaving her nude under his appreciating gaze. Despite her nudity, she did not feel either cold or particularly warm, as if the room were exactly the temperature of her skin. “You are a very beautiful woman, my dear.” And his voice and eyes were not the only thing that expressed that opinion.

He leapt lightly out of the bed and offered his hand to her. “Come and stand here, my sweet,” he said motioning to a spot in the center of large rug near the fire, “your lesson is about to begin.” He assisted her out of the bed, his warm smile and obvious pleasure at the sight of her worked to calm her nervousness. Once she was standing in the place he indicated he said, “Now, the first step into the full pleasure of sex is to know your own body, to know which parts you most desire to have touch and how you like them to be touched. But before even that you must be able to see your body to know it.” He spread his hand and the area around her was suffused with an indirect light that seemed to come from nowhere or perhaps from everywhere as it cast no shadows, only brightened everything to the level of a room in daylight with the curtains drawn back. He brought his hands together in a sharp, but not terribly loud, clap and six enormous full-length, silvered mirrors in ornate gilded frames, each worth a small fortune, appeared around them on all sides making it possible for Mary to see her body from all directions, even from the back.

“There, now you can see yourself. Your body is a beautiful thing, my dear, curved in all the places it should be.” As he said this, he traced his hands along her thighs, across her hips, around to her ass, up her lower back and around her waist and finally to her breasts. “Now, here is how we’ll proceed. I will begin by caressing you gently with my hands, you only need to tell me the places you like such attention the most. At first, it may be difficult to tell, but I will repeat any part that you wish. After we will do the same thing with kisses, then licking, and lastly with biting or touches of a rougher sort, but the last only if you wish it. I will not bring you pain unless you feel it will bring you pleasure, for teaching you the pleasure of sex is my only goal. Those who come after me may not be so gentle, but they have different lessons to teach. So now, let us begin.”

He knelt down and started from her feet, lifting them up one at a time to touch the undersides, then caressing the tops, each toe separately and working his way slowly up her body in a detailed way, but also one that did not seem scripted, or methodical, as if he really wanted to touch every part of her. The only part he left out of his detailed approach was the small triangle of flesh between her legs, and it was conspicuous in its absence.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

”Of course, my sweet.”

Again the endearment, the warmth and reassurance of that smile; even so, Mary feared she would pull away as he reached out and began to draw her nightdress upwards. No man had disrobed her before and somehow she had expected a swift, impersonal ridding of the fragile cotton garment, yet each movement of his hands seemed slow and deliberate as they seemed to drag upwards leaving a trail of heat and sensation so much so that she hardly felt the loss of that thin covering. In fact, her breasts were still thrilling from the warmth of his touch as the nightdress was finally pulled over her head and free from her body. The painful embarrassment she had expected did not fill her, instead of feeling exposed and vulnerable, she felt strangely peaceful an indescribable feeling of well-being glowing out from her very core.

“You are a very beautiful woman, my dear.”

His approval pleased her though she was amazed at the sight of his “length” as he rose with ease from the bed and held his hand out to her.

“Come and stand here, my sweet, your lesson is about to begin”

Intrigued, Mary put her hand in his and allowed him to lead her to the middle of the rug where she regarded him with nervous expectation.

“Now, the first step into the full pleasure of sex is to know your own body, to know which parts you most desire to have touch and how you like them to be touched. But before even that you must be able to see your body to know it.”

Her head snapped upwards as light filled the room, yet she could see no source of the illumination which not fully lit the shuttered room. Her amazement doubled at his subtle clap as she found herself surrounded by the most beautiful mirrors she had ever seen.

“There, now you can see yourself. Your body is a beautiful thing, my dear, curved in all the places it should be.”

Her gaze moved from one mirror to another. The reflections indeed enabled her to see every part of her body from every angle and as she looked, his hands moved along her curves, though whether their path followed her gaze, or it was her gaze that followed the movement of his hands she could not tell.

“Now, here is how we’ll proceed. I will begin by caressing you gently with my hands, you only need to tell me the places you like such attention the most.”

Her eyes widened. She had to confess she enjoyed his touch and she realised already that parts of her body seemed more ... responsive... but could she speak those words?

” At first, it may be difficult to tell, but I will repeat any part that you wish. After we will do the same thing with kisses, then licking, and lastly with biting or touches of a rougher sort... “

Again she must have reacted as he reassured her;

” ... but the last only if you wish it. I will not bring you pain unless you feel it will bring you pleasure, for teaching you the pleasure of sex is my only goal. Those who come after me may not be so gentle, but they have different lessons to teach.”

She did not understand how pain could bring pleasure and blanked her mind from what might happen in the other two “visitations” choosing instead to surrender to the lesson he was to teach her ... after all she could send the other spirits away if she so wished ...

”So now, let us begin.”

She watched as he knelt down and began to run his fingers along her feet. Such detailed attention made her sigh softly at the light sensual trail he drew over the top, the bottom and each toe of each foot. The touch was soothing and made her body relax as she focused on every touch. Next his hands moved up her legs, his attention to his ankles, calves and knees surprising her and making her realize that he was indeed going to miss no part of her out. She bit a giggle as his fingers moved to behind her knee cap, but she did not comment. At least not until he moved up the second leg and arrived at that same sensitive spot.

”That feels ... “

She began hesitantly.

”It tickles but... “

The rhythm and the pressure of his fingers changed somehow, their movement slower and firmer as they drew steady circles.

”Mmmm... that’s ... good... “

She murmured and repeating that exclamation as his fingers moved down her calves with the same circular pressure.

When he moved above her knees to her thighs, his touch was light once more and she was curious to find out just how her body would react.
Again his strokes moved slowly higher, their proximity to her most intimate area made her flush and bit her lip until he moved to the other leg and repeated his movements.
His fingers trailed upwards once more and lingered on her outer hip before trailing to her buttock and moving over them lightly making her wiggle at the ticklish trail.
Repeating the action on the other buttock, she jolted again as the light trail proved ticklish.

” ... too .. light ... “

She murmured, knowing that unless she instructed him, he would not touch her as she wished.
Obligingly his hand moved more firmly, first on one buttock.. then the other .... drawing a soft murmur from her.
There was something about the firmer touch of his strong hand moulding her rounded derriere that made her flush.
She wondered how it might feel to have both of his hands on her, to have him take her buttocks in both hands at once, yet she could not voice that bold thought.

Instead she continued to murmur softly as his hands moved in much the same way, moving up her back, showing her that she preferred his lighter touches up her spine and his firmer touches across her shoulder blades and lower back.

Her breath was rapid by the time he had worked to the front of her torso.
She whimpered softly as his fingers trailed across her abdomen, feeling her insides becoming molten even as they seemed to flutter and contract.
She did not direct him to return to that part of her body as his fingers trailed up to her breasts, their touch light and teasing as they circled the sensitive flesh. The breath she took was ragged as his fingers moved skillfully. She felt as if each globe were swollen and aching. She whimpered and arched her back slightly reveling in his touch until finally his fingers moved to her nipples.

”Ohh .... oh my god ... “

She gasped in surprise that a part of her body she usually accepted as just a female feature could react in such a way to his touch.

”That’s... “

She struggled to explain how her body flamed and consequently, he moved on, his fingers stroking her rosy cheeks, trailing lightly down her chin, to her neck and drawing a shocked gasp as the play of his fingers around the back of her ears then down her neck once more brought a flare of heat.

”Oh God... do that again ...?”

She prompted, incredulity making her bold.
Again his fingers teased first one ear, then the other, and again her body reacted int he same way.
As she made no further request, both his hands trailed fingers to drag them to the back of her neck before one hand crept up her hairline only to lace his fingers through her thick blonde tresses.

”Mmmmm ... “

The low murmur was almost a purr.
Strangely the feeling of that strong hand winding through her locks and those fingers moving firmly along her skull seemed to make her ... melt ...

”MMM mm.. yes.... I ..like that .... “

She whispered.

”How can .... “

She started haltingly.
Never had she realised that the right touch could cause her body to flame and ache with such an intensity as it did now.
Instead of feeling shame, or even any inhibition she craved ... more ...

 

[MasterOfUrMind]

The spirit smiled at her. “Could you have imagined such pleasure, my sweet? And yet this is but the tiniest fraction of the sensual delights you will discover tonight.” Again, he kneeled at her feet but this time he began placing kisses upon her body. This time the progression was not precisely the same, nor did he endeavor to touch every inch of her skin with his lips. It seemed to Mary that as she had learned about her own body, so had the spirit. He focused more attention on the parts of her body were she had found the most pleasure in his touch, even those in which she had not been able to properly express her enjoyment. In the ticklish places of her body, his kisses were firmer, in others, such as up her spine and the back of her neck, they were butterfly soft in a way that made her feel relaxed in a way she never would have thought possible standing nude in front of a man.

Again, he skipped over the sensitive area between her legs, a place that was rapidly becoming the warm, molten center of her being. Even more than before the omission seemed deliberate and strangely maddening, as if she knew, even without experiencing it, that she wanted to be touched there, kissed there, perhaps even licked there. The kisses he placed upon her breasts were firm and insistent, as it seemed that his own passion was growing even as hers did. As he reached her head, he came up from behind, kissing her neck and hair, then her ears, forehead and nose. Lastly, a kiss on each cheek and then finally her mouth. That last kiss began as a soft touch of his lips to hers and ended, an eternity later, with his hands on her face and her own, amazingly behind his head, pressing him hard to her lips. Finally, when his mouth was once again free of hers, he said. “Are you ready for the next step?”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

“Could you have imagined such pleasure, my sweet? “

Her bewildered gaze met his kind smile. Mutely she shook her head.

And yet this is but the tiniest fraction of the sensual delights you will discover tonight.”

Before she could speak a word, the naked spirit was knelt at her feet, his mouth pressing kisses against her body much the same as his hands had explored her. Yet the progression of these touches differed markably. Whereas before, Mary could predict the path in which those touches would move and knew that each touch would be light and fleeting, this time he did not cover her whole body with kisses, nor did he work systematically. Her foot, then her thigh; her stomach then her back, her arms and then her neck. There was no way she could predict which part of her body was next to be the focus of his attentions. Gasps of surprise, soft murmurs and finally soft groans punctuated the spirit’s attentions.

A mouth, Mary found was so much more ... adept ... at drawing a response and so much so as the nature of the kisses varied greatly, as if he instinctively knew just what would most pleasure her sensitised body, a body which was awash with heat and seemed to ache to be touched, the core of that need pooling in her abdomen and contracting lower still as that most forbidden and as yet untouched core of her being seemed to be as alive as molten lava.

Again and again she squirmed and shuddered as a soft kiss ran the length of sensitive skin leaving that sensuous trail. A moan broke out as that mouth moved location once more and seemed to brand her breasts with more demanding kisses that made her arch her back and move against him in a silent request for a completion she was not even aware of ... As if in answer, the spirit’s hunger seemed to grow. From nowhere kisses reigned on her neck, her hair and t hen showered on her face, their path slowly deliberate, feather light until his lips met her mouth causing her to catch her breath at such intimacy. Light ... slow ... reassuring ... his lips moved against hers. She sighed, lulled by that tender embrace. Yet almost as soon as her body relaxed, it seemed to signal her compliance for instantly, the kiss intensified, the pressure demanding and forcing her head back, his tongue slipping easily into her mouth as she gave a shocked gasp allowing access to a questing male tongue for the first time. It was impossible to resist, to push him away. As she had feared, she lost her senses. Her arms went around his neck as she clung to him, at first riding the storm, then taking her own part in riding the tempest of emotion as she returned the kiss with a passion she had never ever experienced.

After what seemed like an eternity, they drew apart, just enough to draw ragged breaths. Mary blinked, as if awakening from her madness, her pulses racing and emotions in turmoil.

“Are you ready for the next step?”

The words were part invitation, part challenge.
For long seconds she met his eyes, as they dared her to take yet another step into the unknown.

”I’m... ready... “

Her voice was the softest of whispers, the breathless sound alien to her own ears.
Yet she could not go back.
And so, when he held his hand out to her, she did not hesitate before placing herself once more into his hands ...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Currently attempting a recast of the male role(s).

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[MasterOfUrMind]

The spirit smiled warmly at Mary’s barely audible acquiescence. Now it was with his tongue that he explored her. He lifted each foot from the ground in turn, steadying her as he did so, licking the soul of each foot and darting his tongue between her toes. He even suckled her toes in his mouth. Then his mouth turned to the backs of her knees then up the backs of her thighs to her ass, where he nibbled lightly on her soft cheeks. His tongue felt warm and soft and left a slightly cooling trail of wetness in its wake. He then spiraled around her waist, climbing higher to once again miss her now molten core. His tongue circled her left breast working inward to lap at her nipple.

The spirit lavished attention first on her left breast and then her right, apparently relishing Mary’s responses. He sucked at each nipple while flicking his tongue against her hardened nubs. Gradually, his suckling transformed into light nibbles. He varied the strength of each bite, starting with just playful nibbles and moving slowly towards bites that induced some small amount of pain, wary of any sign that she was not enjoying it before moving on. Once he had determined how much pain Mary could handle and still enjoy the sensations, he became more gentle, soothing her nipples with his tongue. Eventually he moved upward again, kissing and sucking gently at her neck and nipping lightly along the ridge of her shoulders. His tongue went next to her earlobes, sucking and biting playfully at them. Mary could feel his warm breath against the back of her neck as he did.

Lastly he came to her mouth, kissing her again, but this time with his lips parted. His tongue ran across her lips and then, with just a slight pressure, slipped inside. His tongue explored her mouth, running across her teeth and sliding along her own. Gently he entangled his tongue with hers coaxing it to action and guiding it back between the portals of their conjoined lips into his own mouth. The passion of the kiss was a truly wondrous thing, so unlike the chaste kisses Mary’s new husband had given her. The kiss seemed to last a very long time and when it was finished, even the spirit seemed a bit out of breath, if such a thing was even possible for a ghost.

The spirit beheld her with a truly joyous smile. “Now, I believe you have learned that your body is a wonderful instrument for your own pleasure as well as that of your partner. But,” he started with a twinkle in his eyes, “you are still a long way from learning all the enjoyments your body has to offer. To do so, however, I must touch you even more intimately that before.” He laid his warm hand just lightly on the downy hair of her mons. “I can promise you the greatest pleasure the physical form has to offer, but you must accept it. Will you?”