He watched her closely as she busied herself in the kitchen, dressed only in a not quite long enough t-shirt. As she walked he could see the t-shirt ride up and expose the bottom of her arse cheeks. He felt the desire rise. His day had been full of frustrations at work. He needed something to help vent his anger and there she was.
He slipped up behind her, quietly. He leaned in and she could feel his breath tickling her neck. His stubble rasped against her neck and He felt her melt into Him. She slowly reached up and turned off the grill as a sign of her consent.
He nipped at her neck and she tilted her head to one side in pleasure, allowing him more access. Before she had time to relax and enjoy the sensation any further, He grasped her wrises from her sides and pulled them taut behind her back. Forcing her to loose her balance and give herself totally over to His control.
In silence He pushed her forward ahead of Him, as He walked along the hall and towards the study. She hesitated instinctively as they passed the stairs but allowed Him to carry her forward. He directed her towards the desk , released her hands and placed them firmly on the back of his high back leather chair.
'Stay,'..
Full of doubt she knew the tone of His voice defied any argument so she froze as He made His way around the desk to the window. He pulled back the curtains, letting in the soft rays of the evening sunset. The sky was a dramatic haze of pink, orange and red, she took in the heat and beauty of it momentarily. Gazing across the quiet lane in front of the window to the park. She could see a young couple wandering hand in hand across the grass. A group of late teens where sharing a crate of lager and kicking a ball around, in a vain attempt at some sort of 5-a-side football.
She snapped back into reality as He returned and stood beside her slowly lifted her t-shirt. Revealing her bra less breasts, ...
Thursday, 13 September 2012
Update
Hey all my readers out there.
Just a little message to say I am still alive and still have some of the passion burning inside which drove me to start this little corner of the internet.
I am working on something right now so hopefully you will have something new to enjoy before hell freezes over x
Just a little message to say I am still alive and still have some of the passion burning inside which drove me to start this little corner of the internet.
I am working on something right now so hopefully you will have something new to enjoy before hell freezes over x
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Him
I can still feel the incredible sensitivity of my nipples from their being bound
I can still feel the way my pussy was stretched with his fist
I am still angry with myself for not taking that extra inch
I will take his fist
The whole thing
I can still feel the way my pussy was stretched with his fist
I am still angry with myself for not taking that extra inch
I will take his fist
The whole thing
Monday, 23 May 2011
Opposites
She could still taste him in her mouth.
His musky masculinity.
She could still feel his hand on her ass.
The tender caress and the sharp sting.
A true mix of bitter and sweet.
His musky masculinity.
She could still feel his hand on her ass.
The tender caress and the sharp sting.
A true mix of bitter and sweet.
Sunday, 16 January 2011
Being together
Living away from someone you care deeply for is a hard life.
Those times when all you want to do is curl up and hold the other close. Feel their breath on your face, their warm soft skin next to yours or just glance up into their eyes and see how they truely feel.
The sleepy caress of their body against yours as you lie together in bed. The way their breathing changes as they finally surrender to sleep and the softness that passes over their face.
Their hairbrush on your dresser, the little flecks of shaving foam in the sink when you step from the shower and know they are there under the same roof warms your heart.
Even their shoes carelessly kicked off by the door do not annoy you but make you smile when you remember their hasty arrival.
When they leave you walk around the house feeling lost.
The sofa still warm from their body, the mug left on the table still just warm from their drink.
The tiny whiskers left stray in the bathroom sink, stark in contrast against the white porcelain.
The messy bed, covers hanging off, the half drunk glass of water on the bedside cabinet.
It needs to be cleaned up and tidied but to do that would be to remove their presence....
You lay on the bed, breathing deeply their scent from the pillows and hold onto them just that little longer..
Those times when all you want to do is curl up and hold the other close. Feel their breath on your face, their warm soft skin next to yours or just glance up into their eyes and see how they truely feel.
The sleepy caress of their body against yours as you lie together in bed. The way their breathing changes as they finally surrender to sleep and the softness that passes over their face.
Their hairbrush on your dresser, the little flecks of shaving foam in the sink when you step from the shower and know they are there under the same roof warms your heart.
Even their shoes carelessly kicked off by the door do not annoy you but make you smile when you remember their hasty arrival.
When they leave you walk around the house feeling lost.
The sofa still warm from their body, the mug left on the table still just warm from their drink.
The tiny whiskers left stray in the bathroom sink, stark in contrast against the white porcelain.
The messy bed, covers hanging off, the half drunk glass of water on the bedside cabinet.
It needs to be cleaned up and tidied but to do that would be to remove their presence....
You lay on the bed, breathing deeply their scent from the pillows and hold onto them just that little longer..
Saturday, 15 January 2011
Rope 3
His soft hands dance across my body, my mind has slipped from my grasp and all I can do is register the sensations and ride the waves of pleasure he sends over me..
My arousal is so high I just submit to it and feel my body begin to convulse from my core as my juices spill forth. His hand begins to make its way inside me and I hear Him groan in pleasure as I gush hot all over Him. My mind is a mix of joy, pleasure, pain but most of all submission. I am overwhelmed by the need to give Him my body, to show my joy of Him and his actions.
I feel the damp heat from my arousal spreading out on the bed beneath me. No time to be ashamed and embarrassed by the actions of my body as He once more sends me into that divine state. I feel as if I am floating on the waves as they crash against the soft sand on a hot exotic beach. I have long since forgotten about the rope and as I twist in ecstasy the way the gently chaff against my skin reminds me of my overwhelming submission and restraint.
I feel His breath as he slowly makes his way up my body, the heat of Him getting closer and as I feel Him reach my face I force open my eyes...
We don't speak.
He reaches up and unties the bonds, slowly un-winding the rope from my skin, stroking the ridges it has left against my wrists. I close my eyes again, trying desperately to stay in that space of serenity as He releases me.
He begins to pull the rope away from me and in a reflex reaction I slip onto my side and grasp hold of it. He wraps me in his arms and holds me safe as I return to earth...
My arousal is so high I just submit to it and feel my body begin to convulse from my core as my juices spill forth. His hand begins to make its way inside me and I hear Him groan in pleasure as I gush hot all over Him. My mind is a mix of joy, pleasure, pain but most of all submission. I am overwhelmed by the need to give Him my body, to show my joy of Him and his actions.
I feel the damp heat from my arousal spreading out on the bed beneath me. No time to be ashamed and embarrassed by the actions of my body as He once more sends me into that divine state. I feel as if I am floating on the waves as they crash against the soft sand on a hot exotic beach. I have long since forgotten about the rope and as I twist in ecstasy the way the gently chaff against my skin reminds me of my overwhelming submission and restraint.
I feel His breath as he slowly makes his way up my body, the heat of Him getting closer and as I feel Him reach my face I force open my eyes...
We don't speak.
He reaches up and unties the bonds, slowly un-winding the rope from my skin, stroking the ridges it has left against my wrists. I close my eyes again, trying desperately to stay in that space of serenity as He releases me.
He begins to pull the rope away from me and in a reflex reaction I slip onto my side and grasp hold of it. He wraps me in his arms and holds me safe as I return to earth...
Rope 2
The rope has made its way around my body binding my arms and hands tightly together and drawing my ankles apart.
A very vulnerable, exposed position and one He knows will send me under even more.
I know He is still there, moving around the room, I want to see him, his masculinity and the reaction I know the rope will be having on Him also. Although I do not want to open my eyes, I know to do so would distract me from the other senses, the feel of the rope and the scent of arousal in the air. I struggle to formulate thoughts so give up, surrendering myself like a twig in a stream to the flow and ebb of the future.
I hear rattles, movements, feel my arousal grow and form inside me. I catch the scent of his deep manly musk in the air and know He too is aroused.
A new sensation, cool metallic runs across my skin.. I struggle to find that part of my brain still working .. and before I do I feel that cool metallic clamp hard against my nipple. Stealing my breath from my lungs. Before I can register the overwhelming blend of pain and pleasure sending my receptors crazy a second follows it and sends a shudder through me.
The sharp pain of the clamps begins to ease to an almost comfortable squeeze, but He knows me and my body too well. He tugs sharply on the thin red string binding them together and forces me to arch my back in an exotic mixture of agony and arousal.
He continues to tease working his hand across my skin..as I slip deeper into an almost impenetrable state..
A very vulnerable, exposed position and one He knows will send me under even more.
I know He is still there, moving around the room, I want to see him, his masculinity and the reaction I know the rope will be having on Him also. Although I do not want to open my eyes, I know to do so would distract me from the other senses, the feel of the rope and the scent of arousal in the air. I struggle to formulate thoughts so give up, surrendering myself like a twig in a stream to the flow and ebb of the future.
I hear rattles, movements, feel my arousal grow and form inside me. I catch the scent of his deep manly musk in the air and know He too is aroused.
A new sensation, cool metallic runs across my skin.. I struggle to find that part of my brain still working .. and before I do I feel that cool metallic clamp hard against my nipple. Stealing my breath from my lungs. Before I can register the overwhelming blend of pain and pleasure sending my receptors crazy a second follows it and sends a shudder through me.
The sharp pain of the clamps begins to ease to an almost comfortable squeeze, but He knows me and my body too well. He tugs sharply on the thin red string binding them together and forces me to arch my back in an exotic mixture of agony and arousal.
He continues to tease working his hand across my skin..as I slip deeper into an almost impenetrable state..
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