Archive for July, 2009
They got off the bed and went to join the other two to watch the movie. Trisha sat in the big, overstuffed armchair by herself and looked at Ling, then reached over and held Katherine’s hand. Ling squeezed beside Lynn on the couch and cuddled in to her. Lynn let go of Katherine and cuddled Ling back. Trisha looked at them all and wondered to herself about how they all would work things out between, starting a new business venture, new relationships, and new secret loves. She knew that she wanted to be with Katherine because of the bond they shared and the deep feelings they had for each other. She was torn about Ling though, as she had found her secret oriental woman she had always dreamed of meeting and making love to. Ling represented a life time of desire and now that she was here, and in love with her, and wanted to have the sex she always wanted, she couldn’t help but feel that there was trouble brewing. She knew she had to tell Katherine about how Ling felt about her and how she felt about Ling. It might just end what she knew could be the most loving and fun relationship she had or will have and then again, it might just make for an interesting foursome. Then she remembered that they still had to meet Jazz, the young woman who would be doing tattoos, and Ling’s friend from college. She pondered what she would do to the mix and if she’d work out or have to get out. It would all depend on what happened when they met and if they thought she would work out or not. Time was the only factor in play right now. › Continue reading
Tags: Fetish, Story
You have me tied down to the bed, my limbs stretched and tightly secured with the silk scarves to each of the bedposts. A fifth scarf is wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, completely blocking out all light. The faint scent of jasmine incense is in the air, combined with the smell of hot melting wax.
I strain to hear you, knowing that you are somewhere in the room… I feel the bed depress near me, your hand pushing a lock of my hair off my forehead. You lean down and kiss me, forcing my mouth open with your tongue, exploring the deepest crevices, my tongue dancing with yours… I moan deep in my throat, slightly moving my hips back and forth, craving your touch. You move back, my mouth quickly being filled with the taste of rubber. I know it immediately… it’s the new rubber ball gag that we purchased a few days ago having decided I needed to learn to be quieter during the bondage sessions. › Continue reading
Tags: Fetish, Story
You were standing in the middle of the room as I walked up behind you. I stood still for a moment.
“Don’t move or say anything.”
You were still and quiet. My hands reached for you and began to gently caress your shoulders. My hands pressed into your shoulder bones as my thumbs circled into your muscle.
I saw your head tilt slightly as I continued my deep massage. I slowly moved to your neck. Both hands flexed and worked on you.
My thumbs still pressed and circled into you as my hands moved under your chin and I tenderly caressed under your jaw, raising your head up and then relaxing you as I moved them away. › Continue reading
Tags: Fetish, Story
He touches my face, rubs his fingers over my lips. Sneaking into my mouth, he feels my front teeth with the tips of his fingers. My hands are caught above my head – I try to pull down again, but can’t get free. He chuckles over watching me struggle and moves over to torture my ear, nibbling licking, then biting… it hurts… and the pain shoots down into my belly and my clit. I feel a warmth spreading to my chest. I know I’m blushing a bright shade of red which only seems to amuse him all the more. › Continue reading
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As I walk down the beach, barefoot and pensive - carrying my sandals in my hand, the salty wind whips my face, plays with my hair, invigorates my soul and rejuvenates my spirit. I think of you. I think only of you. And me … and us, of course - and what will become of us. I breathe the salt air in, deeply.
I love you. I don’t know you - well, I do. But not the way most people know people. I love the feeling of you - the warmth of your touch - the presence of your spirit. It makes me feel happy, warm …it moves my soul; it makes me want to cry out, because for the first time I finally feel like I know what love really is. It makes me want to jump out of my skin. It makes me want you like I’ve never wanted anything ever before in my life. It keeps me up at night. It wraps itself inside of my dreams, it infests my thoughts constantly. What to do? What to do with this obsession …this passionate and moving obsession … this beautiful disaster? › Continue reading
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In rapid succession, Russ slapped Gary’s ass six more times, alternating between the cheeks. With the two previous smacks he’d delivered to Gary’s buttocks, these additional half dozen swats brought the color up in his creamy, smooth buttocks. The flesh was a soft rosy pink. Russ smiled as he raised his hand. He loved this cheerful, pastel color. It imparted a healthy glow to Gary’s behind, making it seem as if his bottom were blossoming. Later, when the pink had turned to red and the red deepened to purple, Gary’s ass would remind Russ more of a ripened fruit–a plum, perhaps–than a blossom. Watching the flesh change colors was one of the things that Russ most liked about spanking another guy. › Continue reading
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