Replay

One minute the smell of lilacs come through the window, the sun is shining, life is good. Then i smell leather, overwhelming my senses and I snap from my Vanilla life... I'm there, on the edge, wanting just a bit more, to push me over the hump and turn me into a sweaty screaming cumming machine. you lean over me, mouth on my body, arms chained, the leather rubbing against my skin, oh please please please just a little more, my hot button drowning in fluid, wanting one more  flick as I go over the edge. words no longer make sense and I'm a quivering mess, oh yes, yes, yes. hot, brimming with energy, wet and oh my god insensible, sheer ecstasy and adrenaline.  your mouth on mine  and we fully connect causing a burst of what seems like flame between us. Suddenly the smell of grass and the sound of the lawnmower...and its gone. I blink, it was all real enough years ago. Now however, just a reoccurring replay in my mind.

Whispered in the dark...

"You should have been a fucking porn star!" he said, all out of breath with sweat dripping off him. 

Sweet words from someone who doesn't know half of what I'm capable of.  Life is good.

Possessed

More of the story that started here....


Morning brought more than a few realizations to me. I was so used to deciding what we would do for the day, what would get accomplished, where we go or what we do. Today that was not an option. I was his, and it would be his decisions that would form our day, Not mine.

My nipples still tingled where they had been clamped, and My muscles ached in more than one place, unused to being held down for so long. We hadn’t even gotten out of bed when he indicated he had a surprise for me… other than last night. A gift, or gifts one might say. I opened the box to find three cicles; a gold hammered metal choker necklace, with a pattern formed by irregular openings around the surface of the necklace. He put it on me in front of the mirror so I could see how it looked around my neck. The metal was cold against my skin bringing goose bumps to the surface as I heard the click of the clasp locking it on me. Then a couple of bangle bracelets which snapped open and when closed were almost skin tight. It seemed so odd to have jewelery on but no clothing. The delicate looking circles on my wrists were sturdier than the looked, and he attached them to small chains, which in turn were clipped to the pattern in the choker… His beautiful present was a dressy set of restraints, beautiful against my skin but effective just the same.

He laid me back against the bed, my hands useless chained six inches from my collar. He dipped his mouth down to my nipples, sucking them hard and tweaking them. Oh god it felt good, his mouth on my body, hot breath on my cooled skin. He took his time, dallying over them nipping on one then the other. It was quickly heating up. His tongue on my skin, liquid heat, nipping, licking his way down my body. Pushing my legs apart, flicking his tongue along my slit, oh god his mouth is magic, yes, yes, yes, I want it. His muscles ripple as he pushes him self up, breaking contact with my skin, pulling me up beside him, leaving me wanting, telling me to scoot into the shower. He adjusts the water and the shower massage nozzle, water hitting my sensitive spots as he splashes me steadily. Bubbles from the soap lather sliding all over, rinsing me off, having me just hang in there while he washes himself.

Out of the tub, he puts me on my back on the bed, with a towel beneath me and disappears for a moment. He returns murmuring he’s always wanted to do this. Covering my crotch with shaving foam, he tells me to lie still or he’ll tie me wide open which will not be anywhere was pleasant as last night. I agree to be good, not wiggle, no need to tie me. He’s gentle, so agonizingly slow and steady as he shaves & re-shaves between my legs and along my panty line. He leaves a trimmed patch of hair on top, but shears my pussy lips clean, tugging first one way then another against the razor. He’s intent on his task, an artist at work, seeking perfection, shaved slick skin instead of prickles of hair. Rinse once, twice, then massages body lotion into me, all over my body, turning me over to cover me all round. Massages the aches from last night away, so relaxing His hands keep coming back to my ass, squeezing my pussy underneath me.

His fingers trail across my nether regions and slips ever so slightly into my slit. I moan in appreciation, but they are withdrawn quickly. He tells me we’ll be going out for food – and unclips my hands, warning me to keep them off my body. Dresses me in a plain white blouse, before buttoning it shut he tells me there’s more pieces to match the jewelery I have on. Out comes a short gold chain, ever so fine, with adjustable loops on each end. Sucking on my nipples, he slides the loops over and tightens them, not a tight pinch like the clamps, but a definite tug, squeezing, keeping my nipples hard. The sway of the cool metal against my skin, very enticing. He then buttons up the shirt til its shut just above the chain and leaves the rest undone. Anyone taller than I who gets close enough can glance down the shirt and just see the glint of the gold swaying between my tits. Another fine chain goes around my waist, dual chains dropping beneath me, one on each side of my clit, wrapping behind into my ass crack, and I hear a click behind me locking them to me. Tight enough to rub me, I’m very aware of the feel of them against me, yet loose enough they don’t pinch. He has me step into a small pleated skirt, tucks in the linen blouse and closes the skirt over my hips. He tells me no panties – and to find my heels while he gets his clothes on.

While I’m digging through the shoe pile I become very aware of the chains in between my legs, against my shaved body, swaying much like the one attached to my chest, moving with every motion of my body. Sliding into the heels, straightening the skirt in the mirror, I realize at first glance you can see my nipples, but can’t tell I have chains on my body, you’d have give it a second look to find them. He comes up behind me, smells so good, kisses my neck, pulls my ass against him, and tells me I look great, lets go. Breakfast, or should that be brunch, awaits us.

He indulges my whims, from the extra crispy French toast to the fruit deprived waffles loaded with syrup and butter. Eating is a constant turn on, the slow moving metal against my skin with every movement I make. We talk of trival things, friends we have, plans for this summer, a stranger would not know of the sexual tension underlying every word, every glance across the table. The meal takes forever and is over in a flash at the same time.

Walking, his casual smile in my direction as we chat, fills me with glee. And then we’re back to where we started, he holds all the keys, unlocks the doors and ushers me in. He drops the keys and pulls a couple of small clips from his pocket – and next thing I know the bangles on my wrists click together, and I’m hostage again.
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 emptyness in my pussy is so much more pronounced knowing what I could have but don’t.. He pulls me back on my feet, unclips 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’m wet, so wet wanting him. I want to fuck him, be fucked by him. But its not what I want that matters today, its whatever he wants, however he wants, I promised him this. He pushes me back from him, zips his jeans shut, pulls away from me. I’m all but naked, in my chains and the unbuttoned oxford, kneeling at his feet. The opened shirt makes me all so much more aware of the fact he’s fully dressed, calm and composed, while my face is wet, hair mussed and I’m wearing his chains and not much more. He helps me to my feet and pushes me into the living room, telling me to wait here on my knees as he heads back to the bedroom.

The sun splashes in the center of the floor; I kneel waiting, mindless, just concentrating on the feeling of the pinch of the loops around my nipples and the drip between my legs. Hands helpless behind me and the air on the wetness between my legs, want his mouth on me, so wet and ready to be had, so open, at his mercy where is he, what is he up to now.

He returns, more chains clip around ankles and attach to the belly chains. Small luggage locks click and I can raise my ass some, but not to a full kneel, just maybe 10-12 inches from the floor. He then raises me up, and places a vibrator suction cupped to the floor between my legs. Its one of the larger ones we have, with the clit vibrator as well. He directs me to sit on it, feel it slide in my wet pussy as he pushes me slowly to the floor filling me with the jelly toy. So full its more than I usually take all at once. I open my mouth about to object when he looks at me with eyebrows raised. I did say for him to take me, make me his, use me, have me, however he wanted…which means I can’t object, I promised him this. Asked him for it, begged him last night to make me his and now I am, all his to play with.

He tightens the slack to my ankles, til I can only shift an inch or so up from the floor, truly caught by the vibe in my pussy, hands now locked as well to the shortened chains behind me. I’m squirming a little, the vibrator fills me full but the lack of movement is almost worse than being empty, its cold where his cock is hot, want him, want more, I’m whimpering when his tongue invades my mouth as his hands tug on the chain between my breasts.

I can feel the flush come up my body, so embarrassed with him watching me hump this toy, my hips rocking the small measure they can, the chain between my breast moving, tugging slightly as I try to get some leverage, some movement beneath me. It feels good, not him, but still good. He leans over and invades my mouth with his tongue, kissing me hard. Tells me he’ll be back shortly, and turns on the vibrator before he disappears.

Different Standards

I got off on it. Knowing he wanted what he couldn't have. He had it once and it wasn't enough. Oddly enough that happens more often than you might think.


Lots of guys are out for a fun night, but never do you expect to see them again. That wasn't the case for me. Once wasn't enough. Proximity didn't seem to matter either. There were fellas that would take a four hour bus ride, or that would drive 3 hours. There were fellas that had split with me, swearing we were through, coming back later, sometimes years later, for just one more romp please. Husbands that would sneak away from their wives, hide from their families and show up on my doorstep saying this is the last time, just once more… but it was never the last time. There always was another.

I wasn't good at saying no, I loved having sex. I didn't care really about the life he had that might end up in shambles because of the evening, I really didn't much care about the consequences. I wanted to get laid and did repeatedly. More than once I've been called a nympho, and there some truth to that; often I was asked where the off switch was. I never understood women who were too tired or men that got away with a " five minute quickie". A quickie for me was 15-20 minutes of hard riding, full blown naked sweating sex. From what I hear that is no quickie for most folks, just for me.

That’s what he begged for that night… just a quick fling and get it out of his system., for old times sake. He'd been telling me that for years… at least 20 of them. He was astonished I said no thanks this time. I don't think he'd ever heard me say it before. I played coy and wouldn't tell him why just in case I changed my mind. After all, odds were he'd ask again. It hadn't really been all that long since the last time - maybe a year? It served a couple of purposes then that I won't go into know; suffice it to say it wasn't every thing I thought it could be.


He was hung and then some, one big cock. However that last time just reminded me of just what he didn't know. In 20 years you'd think he'd have learned a few things, but nope. So instead of telling him I didn't want the disappointment, I just left him hanging. Maybe some other day I'd feel like trying to teach him a thing or two. Not that night.


The real problem was this one fella a few years younger than me. We'd known each other for a few years and then sort of accidently took advantage of each other one weekend. This led to other things, other times. Suddenly I was in over my head, he was showing me just what piss poor lovers I'd had in the past. Although our "thing" was at a current standstill, it was difficult not to rate other occasions with other folks on the "new normal" I had become used to.  Instead I'd rather turn them away than go for something subpar. I got off on it too, knowing whoever it was thought he was going to get back in my pants when I knew he was just another bumbler that would get me wound up and then leave me not quite satisfied.

After all, I have toys that are better than that.

Quick update

Got a New Toy - Hitachi.
Not as good as Boytoy's tongue, but an acceptable substitute when he's not here.

Forgetfulness

I became aware of the heat. I can hear the fan, what is supposed to be a steady cool temperature of air flowing, muted cars passing by. Heat just flowing next to my body. and as I begin to turn, to find its source I hear him murmur that everything’s fine, don’t worry, just relax & sleep. In a flash it comes back to me I’m not home, Not in any of the usual places I might be visiting. I’m in a strange city in a foreign hotel sleeping all curled up with a husband that isn’t mine.

I’m on what one would describe as a long strange trip, the final destination unknown and the beginning of the path quite blurry. I’ve fallen into an alternate reality for a few short days and can’t seem to remember much. Yesterday I forgot my life previous to this week. Couldn’t recall what I should have been doing with my day. Like it didn’t exist. And then making plans of sorts, I forgot he’s not my husband. It seems reality disappeared there for a moment. I forgot that when we leave this dimension it all melts away like an old movie with the words “the end” popping up on the screen.

I forgot I’ve slept with clothes on for the last two years, to hide from the fact that the person sharing my house doesn’t care to look at me, to touch me, to hold me. Tonight all I’m wearing is a sheet (and barely at that) with a furnace of a man tucked up against me just as naked. Even in his sleep he’s trying to comfort me, protect me. I’d forgotten what that was like. He was asked if his wife was enjoying herself and we both forgot that’s not me. It wasn’t until folks asked us how we knew each other that we recalled we lived separate lives in different places.

Its not the trip we intended to take, at least not in the beginning. Somewhere in the transition between reality and this strange dimension we stumbled, and holding each other up found we’d fallen down the rabbit hole. What should have been awkward, tense and troubling, flowed like he had lived beside me for a lifetime. Fears and concerns faded like reality and comfort turned to passion. And the passion held just as the concern and caring did underneath. I’m not sure where we are, nor where we’re going. The trip however is fantastic, and I have no intention of getting off the ride. I’ve forgotten which station to stop at, and my interest in recalling reality has faded fast.

I should write a letter

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was a fling, something fast and furious and over. He talked about making me come. About making me wet. About making me scream, about coming too hard, for too long, to want more. I teased him with a few thoughts. Went naked under my denims for him. Wore sweet nothings for him to feast his eyes on. Had him panting like hell. He made me think about it all the time. (Well okay, I thought about it most the time anyway.) Everything I said could have been turned one way or another. The panting phone calls and the risqué emails flew back and forth. Minutes burned on the cell phone just teasing. And then it suddenly happened. Not really pre-planned. Oh it’d been discussed ad nauseum. But never planned. One thing led to another and then he thrust himself into my mouth, into my slit. Hot and wet and slick. It was a fabulous furious fuck. Paid for it spades later with aches and pains, but worth it. Years of building up and then falling down the rabbit hole all at once. Wow. That was something. One of those moments when you believe all those stories in Penthouse & Playboy are true, because it belongs there.