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Heat. Almost melting the clothes containing.
Damp Heat, fast transferring from inside to outside
Stripped clean quickly
Heat. Held between my hands
Hard heat, blood pumping ever harder
Smooth slick and slightly wet
Heat. Hot breath against it
Tongue wraps around, deep within
Throat full with the throbbing
Heat, as tempo speeds up
First inside then outside, wet slick spit
Twitch then throb, thrust in deep
Heat. Past the tonsils
Sticky sweet cream filling
Soft sucking, licking clean
Heat.
He’s due home before long – and this is supposed to be his night. So when I come through the door I know I only have a short amount of time to be where he expects me to be, how he expects me to be. When we started all this playing around, I never thought we’d get so deeply into it, but its really paid off. Our sex life is through the roof awesome, the only drawback is I don’t dare swap stories with friends about it, they’d never understand and one is his sister.
Directly to the bedroom, off come the work clothes. A quick shower, and I’m looking at the clock when I pop out of the bathroom and head to our closet. Tonight is the mini skirt – little bitty plaid pleated skirt. I’d never wear this out anywhere. Well not anywhere I knew anyone. It covers me… but barely. We’v altered it a tad – Instead of the zipper up the back, we have replaced it with tiny snaps, about a bizillion of them, or so it seems as I’m trying to snap them up behind me. I grab the white push up bustier next, only has half cups and is strapless, but actually is more supportive than some other bras I have. There’s at least two dozen bones holding me straight, and lacing is a bit tricky but I’ve learned over the years a trick or two to getting a really tight fit with it. Tuck the ends under the waistband of the skirt and grab our toybox out of the closet.
The white leather collar spills out as I grab the thigh cuffs first. These are tricky, need to be pretty high up with the d ring towards the back. Ankle cuffs also need a ring towards the back, and the wrist cuffs the loop ends up on the inner part of my wrists. I’m dripping already, just thinking about how this setup works. Lets see, a couple of very short chains, the locks, a gag and a blindfold. Need the vibrator, and before I get all tangled up lets pull the hair back into a high ponytail. The spare room has a wooden floor that works great for this, and I think I have everything.
I stick the suction cup on the vibrator on the floor near the bed, so now its standing straight up. Take the small gold chain and clip each end to one of my nipples. Muscles clench inside as the pain pulses through me. The ball gag is next, fits in my mouth just barely and securely locks behind my head. I always have an adrenaline surge at this point, I’ve learned the nipple chain and the gag are about all I need to be wet enough to slide onto the vibrator. It fills me, pushing its way in and suddenly I’m full. Small chains and locks hold my thighs to my ankles, and now I can only raise my ass about three inches up. Its enough so I can slide up and down, but not enough to be able to climb off the thing. I turn it on medium, and then my skirt falls down over it, hiding it from view. I look at the clock and realize I don’t have much time. usually at this point I take a few minutes and get myself off, but its too close to mess around, I’ll have to wait.
I put the blindfold over my eyes, and it ties securely around the ponytail, holding it in place. My heart is hammering and suddenly the vibe sounds all so much louder. okay, all set – my hands go to the back loop on my collar. One click, two clicks and now I’ve done it. My hands are locked to my collar. There’s keys, one is in the nightstand drawer about threee feet from me matter of fact. It might as well be in another house because the suction on the vibe does not slide or move, and I do not have any means too get off the thing. I’m stuck here until he releases me. As always, I can’t help but think what if something happens to him, what if he doesn’t get home on time, what will I do.
The freaking out about my helplessness fades out, taken over by the buzz between my legs. I was wet before, but as my hips rock back and forth, I can feel my juices drip down one leg, dripping onto the floor. The medium buzz seems like it should be enough, I should be able to get off… but there’s absolutely no pressure against my clit and that will keep me close but won’t get me there. The chains clink as I move against them, knowing its fruitless but can’t sit still just the same.
I hear the car pull into the garage, and a voice muttering as steps come through the kitchen. A trail of pussy juice runs down my other leg now, oh god, I’m hot. I want it, I want to come, I’m breathing harder now and I hear the door open. He’s talking to someone, oh my god. I blush, I can feel it all over my body. and then he’s walking away, and over the buzz and the craving to come I realize he’s on his cell phone. Isn’t he? He must be. There can’t be anyone with him…can there?
I’m getting closer, oh god if he’d just flick my clit I could come, pulling my hands against my collar, want so badly to reach down in front of me and take care of it myself. I can’t, I know I can’t but still I pull against the locks, the chains holding me down, oh god I just want to come. He’s suddenly in front of me, telling me I look hot, tugging up on the small chain between my nipples. I rise up as much as I can, to keep from having my little nubs pulled off, and my ankles are protesting, I’m pulling so hard.
Then he reachs down between my legs and flicks my clit, just once. The sudden snap against me startles, I push my hips up and pull my body down, forgetting about the nipple chain for just a second. He calls me greedy and then drops the chain as he walks away. I’d be screaming at him, come back here, help me, touch me, lick me, please please, please… but its worthless, the gag keeps everything sounding like a general moan, he has no idea how close, and how far away I am to coming.
I feel his hands behind me – and the snaps on the skirt come undone. The difference in air temperature is subtle but cool enough that I can feel every drop that has run down my body from my slit, god I am so wet, so close…and hes licking my ear, warm breath and wetness, distracted me, and bamn, off come the nipple clamps. OH my the blood rushes back in, the tingle going up to a fine ache, so hard and now so sensitive. He knows, must know how much I want to come, puts his mouth on my poor pinched nubs, sucks on them while turning the vibe up, ever faster, as he sucks and then nibbles. I’m still humping on the toy, pushing my hips back and forth trying to get him to touch my clit.
Not only does he avoid my hips, he manages to turn the vibe down to low before he up and leaves me. I’m whimpering and I can hear the shower in the background, which means I’ll be here a bit. Some nights it was most the night before I was unlock, others I quickly found my self up on the bed chained to the posts, so I never knew what he had planned. The hum in my hips is lower, but I’m still wet, and the dripping isn’t getting any less. There’ll be a wet spot when I get up, for sure.
I’m still sliding up and down the best I can, concentrating on the vibe, when his hands flick my nipples again. He sucks them each briefly, and then the pinch is back – he’s put the chain back on, and the ache is worse, did he tighten them, or am I just oversensitive at this point? His hands are fussing behind my head, I hear a click, and he’s pulling the gag out of my mouth as he tells me – not a word or it goes back. My wrists come free with two more clicks, but not for long as he attaches them to the chain between thigh and ankle. Now my breasts are pushed out even more than they were, I’m off balance.
Next thing I know, my mouth is being pushed open by his cock. Pushes in ever so slowly, pulling my body closer with the nipple chain. Buries my face in his groin, and then holds me there. My Mouth is full, cheeks bulge outwards, lips stretched around him and he holding me there. He once told me how he likes to rest his cock in my mouth, doesn’t care if he comes as long as I’ve got my mouth wrapped around him he’s happy. Between him and the vibe I’m stuffed.
He slides almost out and then back, slowly fucking my face. He throbs and twitches in my mouth, my face starts to ache and I’m pleased when he tires of this. He starts kissing me and I can feel his body close in front of me. I’m pushing my hips up and our tongues are tangling when he pulls off the nipple clamps.
I moan into his mouth and he suddenly starts flicking against my clit, increasing the pressure, turns the vibe up and suddenly squeezes my clit hard. I burst, too much sensation, the climax ripples up inside me and I scream into his mouth. A fresh wave of juice flows out of me and I start to wilt against him. He’s holding me and kissing me with one hand behind me, I hear clicking but its not until he pulls me up I realize my locks are undone, I’m free from the floor and the buzz inside me. We fall onto the bed, and so the evening begins…
… He asked me what I wanted. A million little scenes play through my head before I find the words. Him, naked… for start. Love to pull those denims off him, nibble his nipples as the shirt comes off, lick along the waist of his jeans, see his precome wetting his jockey shorts. His smooth body under the bottoms, his balls all tightend up , his hard cock bobbing about. Him hot, horny, hard and mine.
What I told him however was a little softer. Most men freaked when they met a woman who thought about sex like they did. Too many playmates bail when they realize I’m not pretending; I want to fuck and suck and lick as much if not more than they do. I can be clueless at times but this one I was drawn to, had stalked for far too long to let him slip away now. I told him I want him – to be all mine – today, tonight, tomorrow. To let the rest of the world, the rest of his life disappear while he was here.
He nodded and locked the door behind him. He had a choice – so far – as to what happened. That would shift shortly...
The first time he mentioned the whole clone-a-bone thing as a joke. Sent the link with a dozen others, toys he could use on her or she could use in his absence. Some chicks would have been offended. She wanted to try them, watch his face as she described how she would use them in her hot little pussy. Discuss the advantages of this feature or that. Should have known this was coming when a year later she was still mentioning having a replica of his cock, a replica boytoy, for her to keep. The whole thing took a strange twist when they began to talk about strap-ons and how she wanted to take his ass.
What seemed to be a slightly ‘out there’ fantasy of fucking himself looked to be fast becoming reality. His cock hardened just thinking of it. Sucking the plastic copy, licking it til it dripped wet, getting it lubed so she could fuck him with it. Putting him on his back, making him hold his legs up, offering his asshole to her voluntarily. Her fingers invading him, lubing him up. Him asking for it, asking her fuck him. The toy hot in her hand, replacing her fingers. Opening him wide, so much bigger than her fingers in his ass. Him pleading please, please please. Slow slide of his own cock in his ass til its balls deep.
Knowing he could stop her but instead wanted this, wanted her to take him, use his own body against him. Let her pull the boytoy almost out of his tight little hole and then a much firmer push back into it. She’d told him once he submitted, let her take his ass with it, she was going to chain him, on his back, arms and ankles locked to the bed over his head. Snap the replica into the harness, toss a vibrating chrome egg in her pussy before tightening the harness on her. Then she was going to take him some more, slam in and out of his ass until she came. He could only hope that once she stopped shuddering against him she would take pity on him and let him come as well.
He needed to stop thinking about it. So hard, precome dripping from his cock he wanted relief. She’d made him promise though… no coming while he was alone. He could come for her, with her, but not for himself and never alone. He could go ahead anyway, there was no one there to tell on him. But he’d know, and wouldn’t be able to lie to her about it if she asked either.
Restless, his cock throbbed with longing as he kept thinking about the replica sitting on the counter, slowly solidifying. Kept thinking about her reaction when he finally presented her with her very own copy of his cock. How hot her pussy would be, how wet she’d been everytime they contemplated the whole adventure. Kept thinking about how it would feel when she took him with it. Wondering how long it would be before that happened. Realizing he was craving the feeling of being fucked…with his own cock.
Opened the door and first thing he noticed was pink. Little frosty pink toenails. Sheer smooth silky legs. Dear god she had those shorts on again. Low on her hips and high on her thighs. Tight and smooth across her ass, clinging even to the dimple on her right side, not a thing under them. More pink, one of those strappy snug bra top things she delighted in wearing around him. She claimed it was all about comfort but it seemed she was always getting a sly smile on her face when she caught him staring at her nipples. Mind you those tops didn’t help hide them at all, so it wasn’t all his fault if they fascinated him.
Comfortably stretched out on the sofa reading, she was a luscious pink picture. Had to laugh at himself, he was getting fond of pink. Pink tops. Pink sweatshirt. Pink capris. Pink lace bras wrapped around pink nipples. Pink undies with a lace up back across her pink butt. Deep Pink leopard print lace. Bright pink tank top under a linen pink shirt. Pale pink satin boy short bottoms with a heart on the side. Did he mention the little pink sheer string biniki bottoms she wore under her plain jane work clothes? His current fave was peeling the shorts off her little pink bottom, all naked under those tiny denim shorts… yes, he really liked the girl in pink.
Asleep, brain wandering around in mysterious foggy dreams. Something kept nudging me, but don’t want to wake up. Want to go on floating in my semi-conscious world. Something ‘s tickling, I’m stretching, couldn’t make sense of it, my arms didn’t seem to work right. My legs, something heavy’s holding my legs, a tremor flowed through me, and a flash flew through my brain, feels good. Feels so good, why can’t I move my legs, oh yes, that feels good too, something wet on my thigh, something nudging me. And then I’m awake, out of my slumber, waking with a gasp, then heavy breathing my god I’m going to come, my clit on fire. Clit being sucked so hard, oh my, he’s got his mouth on me, my legs held in his hands, his stubble brushing against my skin. I can feel the waves crashing, so intense, his mouth on me, my wetness dripping down my thighs, his tongue fucking me, so good, so tense, so high. YES, I’m coming, coming hard on his mouth coming hard against him, god so hot, the waves flow over and I’m almost out of my mind, intensity, heat, colors swirling, Can’t think through a complete sentence, too good to be true, love it when he eats me, licks me, tugs on my clit, come so hard on his mouth, so erotic waking up in the midst of it all, god the man is so damn hot. Love the way his twisted mind works, how he treasures me and then tortures me, uses my own body against me, just want to come again, yes, yes, yes…
I can’t get the boytoy out of my mind. The tight skin over his swollen balls covered with shaving cream, pulling his cock left, right, up down, shaving him clean. Rinsing him off, the feel of his hard cock rubbing against my pussy. Sliding across my clit, twitching just moments from coming and I pull away. Raw hunger in his eyes, hot tongue twisting with mine in my mouth,. The heat steaming off him and the craving, feel his heartbeat going up with his body plastered against mine. Pushing him away, denying what he craved, waiting til I‘d gotten mine before even considering letting him inside me.
His mouth on my body, sucking my clit, bringing me off again and again; meanwhile his hard cock waves in the breeze waiting for attention. Thrusts inside me once, twice, three times, then pushed away to pleasure me with his mouth again. Sucking my juices off his cock, sucking him hard deep in my throat. Harder and deeper his cock goes, him on his knees starting to shake, oh god he feels it building but then with a loud pop I pull my mouth off him, leaving him to hump the air, whimpering, wanting more.
What did he expect? A quiet afternoon for two? He could get that elsewhere. Me, I wasn’t interested in simple straight sex. Its not like I hid it, a secret life I only dug out on special occasions. Instead everyday conversations were laced by small references to the leather, the chains, the power exchange of control. Anyone who really listened, who had a slight interest could pick it up; I didn’t hide it well. The chase, the tease, all leading up to the ultimate release. Yes, more effort required than romancing the average woman but in the end well worth it. I didn’t want him to feel pleasure, I wanted him to shiver and shake and crave it; To hold back, deny himself, so long that when he finally let go his mind would swirl, his legs collapse, his entire body convulse.
There had been others. Neither of us were children, we’d traveled a few roads; experienced a few things off the beaten track. Something about our chemistry fed into the whole equation. What I expected to be good went beyond description. The memories keep playing in my brain, can’t escape them. Curiosity of what should have been a sensual adventure had taken a deep twist far beyond expectations. From the beginning it was never just plain sex. Too many fantasies before hand, thought we might live up to some of them but it amazes me even now how we surpassed even the most ourageous thoughts I’d had.
That first time I took him, told him he couldn’t come in my mouth, licked him and tongue bathed his cock, had his balls in one hand and my finger on his ass, the head of his prick deep in my throat as he tried so hard to hold back. I kept pushing him, a steady rhythm building, pressure on his bottom and suction with my mouth. His knees shaking as his tried to tell me how close he was, how he couldn’t stop it, please, he was going to… no matter what I’d said before he was going to come, come in my mouth, wouldn’t let him pull out, there was no pulling back, oh god, please, help him. He was trying so hard to respect my request and I was centering all my attention on his sex; too many conflicting signals for him and then the waves just overwhelmed him and shot his wad down my throat. Seconds later his legs giving way, couldn’t support himself, just plain worn out from the effort expended.
It was off the charts intense and that was just the beginning. He always came across as a top in mixed company, the first time he crossed his hands over his head and told me to use him my pulse went up and I hadn’t even touched him yet. Having him as my boytoy, my service boy, there to please me was divine. Sitting on his face for hours at a time, just letting my weight go and fucking his face, knowing he was surrounded by my body feeling the pressure and the heat, dependant on my whims as to how much air he actually would get. My heels digging into his side as he lay trapped beneath me, licking me, sucking on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to climax. Explode, collapse, and curl up against him knowing his cock is still hard and wanting while I am content.
He’d hold me, taste me, please me for hours. In turn, I indulged him… in my way. Sitting against him in the recliner. Rubbing his hard cock against my wet slit, sliding back and forth on him. His breathing harder behind me all the time, hands pulling at me, as his cock gets oh so close to entering me. The pleading in my ear as he tweaks my nipples and nibbles my earlobe, asking me please, wants to wrap his cock with my wet pussy, wants to be inside me, wants to bury himself in me.
When I lift my self off him, he turns me and starts suckling on my nipples, fingers probing lower to find my little magic button. Quickly flicking against my clit, sucking harder on my nipple, he’s taking me ever closer to climax. Lifts me up onto his lap, tongue twisting with mine twisting my nipples and that does it, I want him, hard between my legs, buried in me. Slide over him, feel the heat between us, all slick and wet, lean back into him, let him him expend the effort to move us, thrust up into me. Between that and the flicking of my clit, I’m getting close, ever closer to coming. His eyes on mine, darkening as he’s not far behind me. I love to watch him come, his face so expressive as it overtakes him, he loses control for just a few seconds. Cock twitches inside my flooded body which puts me over the threshold and I slam myself down on him as the spasms hit.
We’ve taken over the place, in the tub, the bed, the floor, the sofa… ah yes. the sofa. There I took his cock in my mouth, hardened it and let it bob loose while he pleasured me. See the craving in his eyes and then I took him. Took his ass and made it mine, fucked him with my hand while he whimpered for me. Moaned as I took his cock and wrapped my mouth around it. Timed the fucking of my face with the thrusting into his ass, thoroughly taking him over. Start to feel him shake, his hips meeting every movement, harder, faster, and then I broke away… leaving him hard, fucking nothing, gulping air trying to find some control. His eyes meeting mine, tongues twisting between us, its written on his face just how much he craves belonging to me.
His balls shaved clean, nothing under the denims, he’s meeting me in public after being apart. Under his breath he whispers how he wants to have my mouth on him, get hard in my mouth, bury his cock in my throat, would I indulge him in this? He was willing to work for it, knowing every pleasure has its price.
Afterwards he’s always careful with me, taking care my needs are met, I’m comfortable and if not doing whatever to get me there. Slides underneath me to lick my thighs clean of his sticky come, suck every sticky drop out of me, tongue bathe me clean before any clothing touches my skin. He treasures me, helping me dress, getting me ready for where ever it is I need to be. On his knees in front of me, Collar locked around his neck, getting me off with his mouth just one more time before we go. Rises and I press my hand against his hardness, put myself back together before we leave.
.
Wet, so wet just thinking about him. He would come through that door any minute. A bouncey step in, a sly smile on his face, the shine in his eyes as he asks me what’s up. I had plans this time. Hell I had plans every time, I just didn’t always let on they were my ideas, sometimes he thought he’d talked me around to his way of thinking when all along I planned on getting him naked. He just never knew what to expect when he came through the door.
I wanted him collared, Black leather locked round his neck, on his knees, in front of me. Get him naked, cuffs on his ankles and wrists, have him bathe me and massage me, cook dinner for me with nothing but black leather strapping decorating his body. Lock a restraint around his cock, have him crawling on the floor sucking my toes for me. He loves going down on me, he’s damn good at it. Just my own twist in the whole adventure when I can have his face chained deep in my crotch, little padlocks holding him where I want him for as long as I desire.
God, suck his cock til its hard, keep him shaved smooth, wrap a harness around him and snap it closed a tad too tightly. Watch his cock and balls swell, deny him the release he seeks. Listen to the locks on his wrist cuffs clink as he pulls against them. Taste and tease him on and off all night, bury my face in his groin and pull back, knowing he’d like to grab my head and fuck my face.
Want him to ask me for it, ask me to suck on him, ask me to tie him, restraint him. Sit on his face and all but smother him. Ask me to make him scream, beg me to take his ass, beg me to take him over. Chain his wrists to the bed, and his ankles too, Suck his cock and lube his ass. Watch his body shake and push my fingers in his ass have him scream, and beg me to fuck him with my hands, with my toys. Slowly slide a lubed toy up his behind while he watches me. Slap his cock around a little as I turn the vibe on inside him. Pinch his nipples and clamp them. Little pretty jewelry hanging from the nubs, my tongue fucking his mouth, my hands on his body, my pussy wrapped around his cock.
I’m damp. Well, more than damp. The air on my naked chained body under my skirt has heightened my arousal and all I really want is is him inside me. Some men just like to fuck. He’d much rather play around and fuck with my mind before ever fucking my body. He bends me over the counter, flips up the skirt and slowly plays with my slit, rubbing just one finger back and forth on the wetness between the chains. Whatcha want is what he’s asking me, but my brain has shut down, incapable of sentences I just wanna fuck him, wanna come for him, however he wants.
The Zipper on his jeans is loud as it opens, the heat off his body against my ass, as he rubs the head of his cock up and down. God I want him, tell him so, and he rudely shoves his cock inside me, hard inside me, pure heat filling me. He tells me if I’m good I just might get more of that, pulls out abruptly and the emptiness in my pussy is so much more pronounced knowing what I could have but don’t.. He pulls me back on my feet, unclasps the skirt and tells me to step out of it as it falls.
Unbuttoning my shirt he pushes me to my knees, tightens and then tugs on the chain between my tits pulling my face into his crotch, rubbing his cock against my mouth. I can smell my juices on him, and he pushes against my mouth. The throbbing heat of him, the taste of me, inside my mouth. I’m licking and twirling his cock as he thrusts again into my mouth, a little harder this time, and as I start to back off, he threads his hands in my hair and pulls me even farther into his crotch. Before I know it he’s fucking my face, keeping his tempo up, thrusting into my mouth. My knees ache, the chains bouncing against my chest and rubbing between my legs, so aware of them while the hot hardness of him invades my face again and again.
The tempo picks up; I shift the angle slightly so I can get more of him in my mouth; and suddenly it all lines up perfectly, and I can feel the head of his cock push into my throat. I can’t even lick him anymore as the speed increases, too fast, too deep, I’m out of control, just a mouth to pleasure him with, nothing more. I can feel the trembling starting from his toes upward, he’s telling me to take it, take it all, swallow him, swallow his come, he’s gonna come in my throat. I can feel the twitching against my tonsils, and instead of rocking out, he pushes farther in and I can feel the heat of him splashing in my throat. Too deep to taste him, he shoots down my throat, I can’t swallow, hold my breath, wait for him to finish, pull back a little so I can breath again. He shifts,and catching my breath I lick him clean in my mouth as he softens.
I like to write stories. Not your everyday fiction (or at least mainstream everyday fiction) but about Sex. About Bondage. About taking and giving and fucking and coming. Clips wander through my mind at random moments, can't get them on paper fast enough. Unpolished, unfinished bits I may post at random. Have to set them free someplace. might as well be here as anywhere.
I went out on a limb, sent a sample of my thoughts and was encouraged to share more of them. Never expected the interest to grow, to entangle, to overtake. But I did, It did, and now I find myself expressing more thoughts than a page can bear. So my mind overruns and hence the blog begins. Or did the blog begin before, just now it's where others can see?
