ShyNymph: A Collection

[RAMBLINMAN8]

Oh My, Wow, lol

I have got to tell you I am in the fan club. Your are absofuckinglutely, beautiful. What a sweet looking kitty, love you on all fours crawling, would love it if I was watching you crawl to me. Or to one I tell you to crawl to, although not sure I would want to share you. Baby, you are the dream, the fantasy. Don't discard us men in our elde status, as some of us, can make things just as nice for sweet pet, and treat you even better. Keep posting, I can at least fantasize I have a shot, one more time at something as beautiful as you. I am 53, and feel as if I am 23, women, all women are just so beautiful. Keep posting those pics, you are at the top of the heap.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Another story post

The eye of the beholder​

As she laid there, topless, I was reminded again of why I chose her. Not
just her gorgeous figure but there was a presence about her. She could go
from the girl next door to man killer with just a curl of her lips and
never miss a beat. She was truly a diamond waiting to be showcased.
I adjusted the camera, made sure the lights were right then came back to
sit beside her. I lightly traced my fingers on her back, and as she rolled
over I just continued playing with her torso. "Ready to do this?" she
smiled and nodded then got up to follow me.

She paused to step out of her panties as she approached the set. I locked
her into the stocks then pulled the hood of my dark crimson robe to obscure
my face. I turned on the camera then came into view, chanting the mock
latin in low ominous tones. She began to scream and cry, wailing that she
was not a witch. The tendrils of the flogger slowly appeared out from my
sleeve and I began to chastise her for lying as well as witchcraft.

She screamed for mercy, only to be met with more leather. Laying the flogger aside, I found a small metal basket with a chain on its handle. Attaching a clamp to the chain I affixed it to her clitoris and let it dangle. "Confess and you shall be forgiven child".

"I am not a witch!!!" I tossed a pair of coins into the basket and the
weight made it swing and sway between her legs. With every opportunity I
gave her for redemption she held fast to her innocence, and I added more
weight to her torment. After 10 coins I could see the flesh begin to
stretch under the weight. I flicked the basket making it swing more,
knowing the apex of each swing would pull just that little bit more.

I could hear her groan with each new level of discomfort but yet I could
see from dripping folds she was beyond aroused. I added two more baskets
attached to her nipples, loaded with the the coins to begin with and I just
sat and watch the subtle forces play upon her flesh. Swinging in slow
circles and she would arch and flex, draw a sharp breath or let it out in a
whimper. Then it occured to me to try something more.

Opening the robe, giving exposure to my flesh that had been concealed yet
still obscuring my face, I stood behind her. Touching between her legs to
ensure she was truly aroused, then shoving my cock up into her regardless.
The force of my body piercing hers made the baskets swing harder and pulled
more cruelly on her tender places, making her cry out again which served to
drive me towards fucking her harder.

Midway through my pleasure, I thought to perhaps put burning incense in the
baskets, letting the heat swell and waft around her as well as the tugs and
pulls. Something to note for next time. Now I was too deeply drawn into
taken my desires with her. Harder and ahrder I drove, making the baskets swing and eventually clang against each other as she moaned and whimpered, cried and pleaded.

I erupted but was able to pull out just in time, coating her hips and
hindquarters. The robe fell over my modesty once again and I sat at the
desk to write the notations that she continued to refuse to recant and that
further convincing was in order.

I turned off the camera then came back to her, releasing her from the
stocks. "You were incredible baby!" I whispered as I kissed the back of
her neck.

"mmmmmmmmm so how many more scenes does this video have?"

 

[Spider Rand]

My First Post / An Assignment

I think it is only fair since this thread got my first subscription on Lit, that it should get my first post as well. ShyNymph, you are an incredibly beautiful woman, and have a lovely personality to match.
I have for you a completed assignment, which I would have posted sooner, but have been busy. It seems a little weird to have writen something like this for someone I have not "spoken" with, but that is my own fault for not saying hello sooner.
Hello ShyNymph.
The story is a little long, so I will spread it over a few posts.
I hope you like it.

We Have All Night

(A ShyNymph Assignment)

By spiderrand

page 1

You sit behind me on the hotel bed. The sense of anticipation is building, for both of us. I give no outward sign of my own feelings. I am at the desk, my back to you, continuing to check my e-mail. It is an effort, I assure you; as with a slight tilt of my head, I glimpse your long legs crossing, then uncrossing, then crossing again. I grin despite myself, knowing what effect the waiting is having on you. Without preamble I begin:
“Against the wall.”
There is a moments pause, and only that, as if you are surprised at my words breaking the silence. You then move quickly into place. As you pass in front of the lamp, the thin transparency of your dress leaves you revealed, as it had earlier at dinner; when you prompted stares from waiters, and whispered comments from the surrounding tables. Not that that mattered to either of us. We are strangers to this city and its people. We are little more than strangers to each other.
You brace yourself against the wall, arms and legs apart as if expecting a police search. I rise and cross the room to stand behind you. Carefully, I place my hands atop yours, then let my weight settle against you. Your muscles tense, arms straining to hold us both out from the wall. A moment passes, then I ease away, dragging my hands down your arms, lower, sliding them forward to cup your breasts through the thin material, feeling for the metal bars that pass through each nipple. I tug at them. Gently. Firmly. Sharply. Listening to the noises you try not to make.
I continue my journey south, only to stop at your waist and lift my hands. I crouch down and grip your ankles, then began moving up the length of your legs; enjoying every inch of your calves, the hollow behind each knee, the taught backs of your thighs, and hidden under the loose skirt of the dress, the soft yet firm cheeks of your ass. I squeeze them tightly, pushing you flush against the wall. I rise, then using my chin to pull back your long flowing hair, I nip lightly at the side of your neck.
A muffled laugh comes through the wall from the next room. It is a reminder of how well any sound we make could be heard. I bite roughly into your shoulder. You gasp, then are biting at your own lip to hold the noise inside.
I move my left hand from your hip, placing it on the flat of your stomach, pulling you back against me. At the same time I trace my right hand around, sliding it between your thighs, the silken skin a delight to my fingers, my fingers a delight to you, as I slide them higher…
Your moan is surprisingly loud, and the faint sounds of conversation on the other side of the wall abruptly die. “Shhh…” I whisper in your ear, replacing my right hand with my left, then moving the right up under the front of the dress, finding soft breasts and the hard metal adorning their tips.
I finally pull you away from the wall, freeing your arms to reach back for me, even as I continue to move my hands, and then my mouth, over your body.
Teasing you.
Caressing you.
Groping you.
Molesting you.
When at last I stop, you are writhing in my hands. I peel the dress from you, toss it aside, and spend the next few moments letting my eyes feast on your beauty. The sculpted lines of your body, the pale smoothness of your skin and the whimsy of its scattered freckles, your hair a crown of lust that flows freely down your back.
I trace my fingers lightly down the length of your spine, watch you shiver at the sensation. Not breaking the contact, I use my other hand to unbuckle my belt, slide it slowly from its loops. It was a gift from you, a gift for you as well. Wide and thin, the leather is exceedingly supple. I brush it against your skin, letting you know what is coming.
I move back, giving me the room I need. I chose my target, the gentle curve of a hip. Bring my arm back. Then forward.

 

[Spider Rand]

Assignment part 2

Page 2


The sound of the belt striking you is like a clap of thunder. The sound that tears from your throat is agonizingly beautiful. The following silence is broken by raised voices from the other room. I wonder briefly at the discussion they are having, curious as to what is happening in here. If they only knew.
I strike the other lovely hip next, this time you hiss through gritted teeth. Good girl, don’t want a visit from the police, that would spoil all our fun.
I begin work on your ass in earnest, taking the once cream pale skin from light pink to an iridescent red. Soon you are supporting yourself with one arm against the wall, biting the back of your other hand to stifle your screams.
“Down.”
You drop to your knees, head down, buttocks raised in the air. I fish the two clothespins from my pocket. Your nipples are so sensitive, I know this will be intense for you. I slide my hands underneath, kissing lightly on your back. As the first one clamps into place, you start to tremble.
“You can take this.” I reassure you, before fastening the second.
I give you a moment to adjust to the new sensations, before bringing the belt down hard across your back. Again. And again. I work my way down, returning to your ass, the backs of your thighs. You’re biting at your arm now. I continue. I hear your muffled whisper.
“What?” I ask. “You need me to stop?” I manage to keep the disappointment from my voice.
You shake your head, then tilt it to look back at me. “Gag me,” your tone is pleading.
“You can take a bit more before we need that, can’t you?”
Your face shows your uncertainty.
“I know you can.”
I draw back the belt. Strike. And again, and again. On the fifth stroke I hear a muffled sob. I know its not from the pain. You may hiss, yell or even scream from the pain, but never cry. You love it to much for that. No, your tears are from fear, fear of making too much noise, fear of failing me. I know you will never fail me.
“I think that’s enough for now”. I bend down, run a loving hand over the harsh red lines adorning your flesh. Your skin is glowing and wet with sweat from exertion. I slide my hand between your legs, find your skin isn’t all that is wet. I slip a finger inside, then two. Move my thumb against the hard bud of your arousal. In moments you are panting. I keep going until you are contracting around my fingers, moaning out my name. When you finally grow still, I ease my fingers from you. Raise them to my mouth and taste you. Mmmm. How I love the taste of you.
I stand and cross the room to the bed. As I sit down, I tear off my shirt, throw it on the floor. Your back is still to me, you have not moved. I am pleased at your obedience.
“Come to me.”
You turn at the command, eyes briefly meeting mine before looking down. You start to rise-
“Crawl.”
You lower yourself back to the floor, and as you move across the carpet, I note how feline your movements are, how graceful. As you near me, you look up. Our eyes meet, and in your eyes I see a hunger, an almost predatory desire. Some would be afraid of that look, intimidated, and turn away. I meet it with a look of my own. A look that promises to satisfy your hunger, even as you sate mine. Some would see you as a challenge, something to tame. What a waste that would be. There are far too many docile pets on leashes in this world, but to hold the reins on a wild creature such as you, that is a far greater prize.
You bring your hands up to undo the button on my jeans, move to the fly-
I catch your wrists, pull them away. “Use your teeth.”
I see your grin as you put your mouth to the task: Catching the metal of the zipper against your tongue, placing it carefully between your teeth, slowly pulling it down…
I release your wrists and you take the cue, pull the jeans down and off.
My cock flops up hard against my abdomen. I see you lick your lips in anticipation, before lowering your head to me. You start with loving kisses and playful nips, then grow more serious as your tongue travels from base to crown. Now it is my turn to sigh. I relish the attention a few moments, then block your progress, placing the flat of my hand over my length. You smirk at my selfishness, withholding myself from you. Undaunted, you move lower, lapping gently at my balls. Taking them, one at a time, lovingly into your mouth.

 

[Spider Rand]

Assignment part 3

Page 3


I move my hand, and again your mouth finds me. At first you take only the tip, lips pursed in a kiss against the head, tongue teasing at the tiny slit. Gradually, your mouth opens wider, to slowly invite me inside. The feeling of your tongue, as it works the underside of my cock, is indescribable. I close my eyes a moment, enjoying the sensation, open them to the gentle bobbing of your head..
“Sit back.”
You follow the command, moving from kneeling, to sitting on the heels of your feet.
I stand in front of you, press my hard cock against your lips.
“Open.”
As your lips part, I slide myself inside.
I hold your head firmly in my hands. “Relax your mouth.”
When I feel your jaw slacken, I begin thrusting. Slowly, at first, but in moments I am earnestly fucking your mouth. Tangling my fingers in your hair, I pull you to me, forcing my way deeper inside. Watch as I disappear into your mouth, feeling your throat open to me even as your lips kiss the base of my shaft.
I continue in that fashion for some time, alternating fast and shallow strokes with slow and deep. When I feel my orgasm approach, I withdraw until only the tip remains inside. Then I am spurting, jet after jet of hot cum filling your mouth, pooling in the shallow curve of your tongue. When I release my grip on your head, you pull me closer, using my still-hard length to spread the silken fluid inside you. When finally I withdraw, you open your mouth, proudly showing the issue of our efforts. Then your head tilts back, and the white trails its way down your throat.
I stroke your face in appreciation, then push you back onto the bed. I lift one graceful leg, bringing your foot to my mouth. I trace the arch of it with my tongue, explore the spaces between your toes. I stroke the satin of your calves, rain kisses on your parted thighs, before finally bringing my mouth to the hot, wet center of you.
The taste I took before was but an appetizer, set before me now is a feast. I indulge my appetite. My tongue pays homage to the outer lips, I nip and tug at them. Then I delve into you, lapping up all I can of your precious liquid. I am shameless in my thirst for you.
When I have satisfied my own urges somewhat, I seek higher, the swollen sign of your arousal. I kiss it lightly, and feel you shudder. I massage it with the flat of my tongue, I tease it with the tip. I take it into my mouth and thrill to the sigh of your pleasure.
I continue my efforts, and soon feel your body tensing with the approach of orgasm. I don’t stop, even as you are pulling at my hair, nails scraping on my scalp. Saying my name over and over again. I continue on, even as you come, and come again, and again. I dig my nails into the battered cheeks of your ass, bite down with a measured force upon your clit…
A roar of treasured anguish tears from your throat. The force of your orgasm convulses you, bucking my head free of your crotch. When finally you look up at me there are tears in your eyes and a thank you on your lips.
I close the distance between us, brush the hair back from your eyes. You are somehow even more beautiful, your face grown flushed with excitement, desire, and exertion. I place a kiss lightly on your forehead, the tip of your nose. I capture your top lip and tug it playfully, then the lower. I press my lips to yours and there is nothing but the kiss.
Our lips part, our tongues come together. Teasing and caressing and tasting. First gently, then forcefully. It’s like the mating of two hot, serpentine animals as we coil and grapple and stroke one another. We press together with such force, our lips become bruised and swollen. Still it is some time before we finally move apart.
I brush my hands against the soft white flesh of your breasts, out to the areola where the skin is now sensitive from the close torment of the clothespins. I know from experience the initial sharp, almost blinding pain will have dimmed to a throbbing, and finally a dull ache. Just a I know how it feels when I remove one clip, and the blood comes roaring back in, bringing with it sensation. I hear your sharp intake of breath, and I lower my mouth to take the tender, battered nipple into my mouth.
You gasp, and grab for my head, whether to hold me close or push me away I do not know. For when my tongue teases the damaged flesh, you release me, your fingers digging viciously into the bedcovers. Soon you are muffling your cries with a pillow held desperately over you face, as I continue my gentle torture of the nipple, before moving to the other and repeating my actions.
Soon I push the pillow away, and my mouth again finds yours.
As my lips find their way down the delicate contour of your neck, I feel your hot breath in my ear.
“Fuck me.”
I pretend I didn’t hear.
“I want you to fuck me.”

 

[Spider Rand]

Assignment part 4

Page 4


I continue in apparent ignorance.
“Please…”
“Please what?” I pause.
Your voice is low and pleading. “Please fuck me.”
I lift my weight onto my arms, look down at you. “I thought you’d never ask.”
You draw your legs up, pull them with your hands, until your calves are almost even with your ears. I forgot how wonderfully flexible you are. I tease you at first, letting my cock glide across your labia, rub against your clit. Then I am at the opening, and I start to ease my way inside.
I an halfway in when your muscles grip me, squeezing, pulling me in further. I don’t stop until there is no more left to give. You sigh at the fullness, and again as I begin to thrust. You close your eyes, focusing on the feelings of your body. I can’t stop looking at your face, at every sensation you experience being written there. I wait until I set a rhythm, then move to grasp your ankles. I lean forward, let my weight settle against them. The muscles and tendons stretch and strain and you moan and I press down until your toes are all but touching the bed. Your brow is creased, dotted with sweat. I know you feel like something in your body is going to tear, buckle under the stress. It makes your orgasm so much more intense…
When it hits, your legs find new strength, pushing me away.
After a bit your eyes open. “You didn’t come.” A pause. “Good. I have something special for you.”
“Something more special than you?”
“Something special that’s part of me.”
You roll over onto your stomach, reach back and grab the red-lined cheeks of your ass. Pull them apart. The darkened eye of your anus winks briefly at me.
I remember the last time we were together, you were so tight there a lone finger was all that could penetrate. I wet two fingers with saliva. I spit into the crack of your ass and hear you giggle. I spit again, and place a finger against the dimpled opening. A little pressure and it slides inside. The ease of it tells me you’ve been using the toys I gave you. A gift from me. A gift for me as well. A second finger joins the first with little more effort.
When I judge you are relaxed and loose enough, I ease my fingers out. My cock is still slick from you, but I add a little spit just to be sure. I place the crown against you, push and meet resistance.
Then I feel you push out against me. You open like a flower, and welcome me inside. I take a moment to let your muscles adjust to my presence, then work more of my cock into you. At the first thrust, you grunt. At the second, you gasp. At the third, you moan.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
The expression on your face as you turn to look back at me is answer enough.
“It’s like you’re massaging the inside of my ass.” You let out a sigh.
The phone on the nightstand abruptly rings.
I don’t stop, just reach over and hand the receiver to you. I slightly increase my pace. Your voice is shaky as you answer.
“Hello?”
A pause.
“No, everything is fine here.”
Another pause.
“I don’t know what they heard, maybe the TV was turned up too loud.”
I thrust harder. You shove the handset into a pillow to keep them from hearing you.
You return it to your ear. Your voice unsteady. “Is there anything else?”
The bed begins to creak loudly from our movements.
“No problem. Thank you for checking.”
I place the phone back on its cradle. The bed has become so loud it sounds like a car about to loose its transmission.
“We have to be more quiet…”
“You want me to stop?”
“No!” Then more softly, “no.”
I slip from your ass with an audible pop. “The floor.”

 

[Spider Rand]

Assignment part 5

page 5


You lay yourself flat in front of the desk, I lower myself onto your back. It takes more effort to get back inside you, the friction of thrusting has left the tissue inflamed and swollen. I can feel the heat on my cock as it again enters your secret passage. I go slowly at first, knowing how tender you have become.
Soon, you’re biting at your arm again, and I let my own teeth sink into your shoulder. Then I brush away your hair, find the steel bar penetrating through the back of your neck. I close my teeth around metal and skin and pull…
Your head comes back, yelling out, “Oh, my God!!!!”
I shudder at my release, even as the walls of your rectum contract violently, and your body convulses beneath me.
We lie like that for a few moments. I ease myself out and off of you. Make my way to sit on the bed. You turn onto your side, your back to me.
“Too much?” I thought I knew you limits, and where you needed to be pushed. But maybe…
You turn your head to look back at me. “Just right.” Your tone and expression one of contentment. I watch as a trail of my come seeps slowly from your ass.
I pat the mattress beside me. “Want to get some sleep?”
“I want to rest for a bit. Maybe take a shower. Then I want you to get out the special suitcase.”
“Sure you’re up for that.”
You get up slowly, come over to me and sit on my lap. I wrap my arms around you.
“It might be awhile before we can be together again. Tonight will have to last me until then.”
I brush your hair with my fingers. We kiss tenderly.
“I suppose we can sleep on the planes tomorrow,” I say.
You trace the line of my jaw with a finger. “This way, we have all night.”
“I that case, what you said about a shower has got me thinking, I really need to pee…”
We have all night.


Well ShyNymph, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I certainly did writing it. I look foward to hearing your opinion. Until then

 

[buttplugged]

So very sexy, i could just eat you

 

[ShyNymph]

 

[buttplugged]

horay, another fine pic

 

[MasterSnatch]

Ah there she is and another exceptionally good picture as well.

Now if only it had some cuffs, leashes or collars involved.

 

[rbijon]

You may have forgotten about me for the moment but I haven't forgotten about you guys....

~ShyNymph

Thanks Beautiful One, I do think about you often. I would love to smell your hair, and kiss your wonderful body from your toes to head and stop at every piercing...hug and kisses ...

 

[ilbusyboy2]

Wonderful pic!!

I'm glad to see that you are back

 

[ShyNymph]

 

[smurf]

Hello ShyNymph

Wooow i saw your pics and was speechless

Hope to see more of you

 

[smurf]

Me again

I think it must be fantastic to tease and caress your marvellous body!

It's not from this world.......

 

[CountryBoy01]

Forgoten?

How could we every forget about you and your teasing pictures of your hot hot body! All I can ever think is I WANT TO SEE MORE!!! Please.

 

[Spider Rand]

Unforgettable

You may have forgotten about me for the moment but I haven't forgotten about you guys....

~ShyNymph

Forget you? Such a thing is simply impossible. The grace and beauty of ShyNymph is seared into our memory, and our hearts. Take all the time you need with whatever obligations life brings you; and rest assured, when you return, your fans will be here waiting.

 

[mikymk259]

Your So Fine

Your still as fine as ever..Keep em cummin(pics that is)

 

[Falcon822]

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[Salvor-Hardon]

You may have forgotten about me for the moment but I haven't forgotten about you guys....

~ShyNymph

Nope we're all still here, just waiting for you

 

[Dirty_Old_Man3]

We've been here, just missing you!

You may have forgotten about me for the moment but I haven't forgotten about you guys....

~ShyNymph

Good to hear from you and see you again, sexy! Still hoping that we will continue to see you and hear from you! Hope you've been doing well while we've been waiting for you!

 

[uatu]

You may have forgotten about me for the moment but I haven't forgotten about you guys....

~ShyNymph

Forget about you? Perish the thought.

 

[rbijon]

Still such a sweetie.

Thanks love.

~ShyNymph

Thanks, I just finished my school work for the night, and I love hearing from you.
Hugs and kisses....may I get nude and you dress sexy and then I brush your hair and feel your skin? What a night we will have!

 

[Samael]

W have not forgotten about you sexy. Just patiently waiting your return!