Dance in the Dark

The meeting of flesh, too long apart, meeting once again, in the dark. 


Moving my hands over your naked body next to me, back turned but inviting me to drape myself around you, cocoon you and shelter you with tangible love. 


Breath quickening, audibly, as I slowly stroke my finger tips from your thigh, up over your hips, to snake around, round your warm tummy as I cuddle close. My nipples first grazing then pressed against your back, as I snuggle in tighter so you can feel my warm breath upon your neck... hear those whispers in your ear.


"I love you..."


My leg follows my hand's lead, as it drapes over your body so I am clung on to you, my rock in life's ocean. Curled around you, in some confused protective tassellation, emotion painted out upon the bedtime canvas. Our touches, whispers and responses the palette to draw the inspiration from. 


Let me be your muse, you are mine.


The feelings ever present between us are a beacon of shared understanding, trust, security, even whilst pressed together in the dark.


I know you want more. So do I.


Turning you with my leg, gently nudging, hinting, suggesting... please. Respond. For me? Unspoken request. Unspoken answer. You turn on to your back, your face now towards mine. I can feel your breaths upon my face. 


Your lips draw close to mine, taste the radiantly hot passion upon my lips, it is all for you. Could you feel the searing heat, in the dark? Does it draw you like a magnet, our lips pulled together by this force?


Tasting, teasing. Breathing. Denying... then the smile I feel upon your face as you recognise my surge in lust at this memorable shared intimacy, the great seduction.


Granting my wish all at once with a swooping predator's fatal blow, leaving me victim to your will. Volunteer to the sacrificial altar, giving myself up to you. Surrendering.


Climbing atop you whilst you yet hold me in ways others cannot begin to imagine or understand.


We move, the slow, deliberate dance of the dark.


Your voice, no words, barely audible sounds from us both, exchanging a communication so primal, so carnal it is felt more than heard.


What you ask from me, I am desperate to give to you. Thrust myself upon you, take all of me. Aroused that you would plead these things. Grateful that you care to show me your want in those ways.


We twist in the darkness, moonlit patterns of liquefied, legato shadows. Transformation from settled scene to a roiling ocean of crested waves... the climax of the storm approaching faster, faster...


I ride this journey out, one I never want to end. Arms embrace as fully and tightly as possible. Light kisses, trailing lips and tongue, tasting the heat, the flesh. Caressing with sharp nips and finger tips. 


Falling to a calm once more.


Turning so you are cocooning me in my post-coital haze, the witching hour's subtleties playing upon my mind, the fragmented shards of your voice pinning images to the inside of my mind, linked to the swirling pools of sensation internal and now external.


Radiating warmth, contentment, tiredness. 


We drift, in love. Together. Fingers interlocked as tightly as your lock around my heart.


I don't ever want to let go.

Self sacrifice

I slide to my knees, between your legs. You tear your eyes away from what you are doing to look down at me. My eyes are pleading with you, burning with need. Please. Please let me. Please may I feel you. Please may I taste you. Please?

Need to have your hot, pulsing length in my mouth, to take you there and swirl my tongue around you. I’d do anything to pleasure you this way. What will you make me do in order to have the privilege of tasting you there?

You already know I would do most anything for you. Take the challenge of setting me something... will you put me in pain for you? Make me suffer in frustration for so long? Make me beg, nakedly, on my knees, out loud, make me tell you what you are to me, how much I want you, what you do to me?

Grab me by the hair and drag me violently to where you want me. Roughly shove my mouth upon you and rape my throat with your thrusting cock – I so want it.

My clit aching, throbbing, screaming out to  be sated but at the same time loving that you leave it unattended, your pleasure coming first, all I can do is writhe and enjoy vicariously your sensual pleasure.

Give me all your sadistic evil, laugh at my suffering for you, my desire. Make me feel like the little girl i am in front of you, nothing, nothing but a naked little whore to be used and filled and fucked and abused.

Tie me tightly so the binding digs deep into my flesh and leaves those marks that last for days... bruise me and welt me. Slap me so the sting emblazons not only across flesh but across my mind, wiping it, some catharsis from your abuse.

Grip me by the neck as you steal my breath away, into you, suck out my life and take it for yourself. Squeeze harder as you look into my eyes, flitting between complete trust in you to those nuances of panic.... what if... too far... will he....

Can’t breathe, but trust you. Want your pleasure more than air.

Dig your nails deeply into my porcelain soft easily bruised flesh. Scratch me and make me wince then cry out for you. Feel that you can show me mercy, or make me bleed as you wish.

Make me hurt for you. Please. Make the hurt real, that I feel in my heart when you’re not touching me. I want you so much. Please just touch me, I don’t care if I have to hurt for it.

Please take my body and use it, enter me where you will, with what you will. Fuck me hard all night then again all day. Take me whenever, however you want.

Use me then toss me aside like a used disposable toy. Fling me down and uncaringly rape me like a fuck doll. Treat me as your personal whore.

My body is yours, take it.

Please, just let me touch you. Make me please you. Take me.

Whenever he wants

That's the lesson learned. Whenever he wants.


I never know when it will be. The first sign is just a look, that look. Piercing with those beautiful dark eyes, invading me even before the first touch. Thrills travelling directly and occupying territory that I know belongs to him.


He cups my chin in his hand, face a mesmerising combination of desire and menace, that addictive potion that fills the air with latent intent. 


He looks down upon where I am innocently sat... forcefully he grips my face as he descends upon me to steal the breath from my lungs, drawing it out of my body to merge with his. We kiss, deeply, fully, exploring each other like the first passionate embrace of a steamy and torrid affair.


Beside me then. Fingers snaking underneath my clothes to feel his hypnotic fingers dancing along my flesh, light trails then a defined grip around my waist. Pulling me around, our lips still together, to straddle his lap, where I can feel his need beneath me. I gasp and my arms move up to encircle his neck, moaning and writhing, kissing him so deeply, like I depend on his breath for my own life.


He knows he has me aroused. As he breaks away and his fingers move up to tease my breasts beneath my top, nonsensical words of need pour from me, stumbling over them as I blush and wriggle while his eyes flit over the reactions on my face and body, amused. Amused at me. The sense of frustration builds and meets with my lust, completing the sense of how urgently I want him inside me. 


I want him to want me, as much as I want him. 


My hands move down in a reciprocal tease... fingers desperately working to free him so I can pleasure him in some way.


But no... he moves away. Not yet, little girl.


He pulls me... where? I follow, blinded by the lust that fills my vision, deafened by the wanton growls resonating in my mind.


Up, someplace safe. There is a bed... he is stripping me - just down to the smallest scrap of material. He likes that. Pushing me down on the bed to swoop down over my body and devour me. My back, arching, mouth briefly sated with kisses until his moves to some other place on me that is screaming for attention.


My mind is in the place that feels magical, calm, aroused, hungry and able to be sated.


His mouth rests upon my small button of nerve ending and I cry out; but he merely laughs. Get up, slut.


Dragging me by the hair to where he finally does free himself, kneeling up on the bed, I am awkwardly placed, half up on elbows, struggling to balance, he likes my discomfort, I feel. It adds to his sadistic thrill.


I see his want, then. Just before he forces it all the way to the back of my throat. Fast shocking penetration of my mouth all the way to where I gag and splutter, to short, slow, entries... where he can feel every tightly suckling nuance of my lips as they travel down him, my tongue swirling round his head and my cheeks then throat embracing him, enveloping him tightly, warmly, wetly.


Enough, for now. Turn over, slut.


Clumsy movements, dizzy with sensations. Twisting to flip over and rest upon hands and knees, but his sharp talons gripping my fleshy hips force me to my elbows, legs spread and my want unashamedly there for him to view and take. 


His tongue lashes again, first. I am not thinking now... just feeling. This is the pinnacle of pleasure, the moment before he takes me, the moment before I am able to offer myself to him, for his enjoyment. The carnal and raw meeting, just a crazed lust that drives us to animalistic rutting and fucking, possessing each other entirely.


Then, I feel him. There at my entrance. Before he takes me, he teases by just resting there. I am mewling like a tortured kitten, begging him to fuck me. Fuck me now. Please. Please! Fuck me, it's all yours. All for you. 


I hear his stifled gasps of pleasure hearing this, that I know he loves. I'm all his, and he can have me whenever he wants, however he wants.


With one swift and violent motion he completely impales me. The pleasure in my mind takes a solid form before he deftly shatters it into a myriad of erotic sensation fragments, the frisson of energy sparking the electric jolt that wipes my mind entirely clear except for the pure, blissful feeling.


His hand, round my hair. Palm resting on my neck. Pushing me down... down. Face hard into the bed as he fucks me. Other hand between holding my hip and moving up to evilly pinch my nipples just so it makes me twist on his cock in the way he likes.


He penetrates me time and again. I know not how much time passes, it could never be long enough even if it were a whole day. I am greedy for him, greedy for more. 


Dragging me back up by the hair, still inside me but we are both just on knees now. His hand still has me in complete submission to his will and whims. His mouth, letting out growls and describing just what I am to him, right into my ear. Low, deep, filthy growls. All I can do is whimper, he has wiped my mind of coherent words and ability to articulate this. I could never describe what I feel in that moment. Nothing is ever even close to how it feels.


All I let out is the inadequate squeals of rapture and the need I can put into the few words I have left. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Oh god please, I want you...


I'm yours, for no other. It's all for you. I'm all for you.


He gasps at this - then suddenly explodes within me with a loud exclamation... filling me with him, making me clench and shudder and tremble and writhe... 


Eventually we quieten and he lays atop me. Kissing my neck, he slowly lets go of the vice grip he has around a wrist and my hair. 


I love you.


I love you too, what was that for?


A lesson for you. I can take you whenever I want.

Snuggly weekend with poorly kitty

Had an amazing day yesterday, despite Harlot being sick L We put off our going out for a meal plans Saturday night due to her tummy problems (she has had surgery to repair a hole in her tummy and has residual eating difficulties and sickness), but also had to cancel last night too. The pains started just after midday again from even a small bit of ‘normal’ food, so she retired to bed but needed snuggling. D & I helped snuggle as did her Chayat of course. 

Pretty soon she felt a slight bit better, so I started holding up the entire contents of her wardrobe to go through, a session we had planned to complete for ages. Most of her wardrobe is too big for her now due to much weightloss after the surgery. I’m envious of how many dress sizes have just gone and so quickly! I seem to just stay the same all the time lately no matter what I do. Probably should stop with the cake and wine binges at the weekends... could help ... lol ~muses~

Aaaaanyway, back to the weekend – well yesterday. Ended up all in a love pile on the bed, four of us, watching films and enjoying tender cuddles and stroking, it was delicious, just like it should be. We really need to get a big TV in the main bedroom so we can enjoy ‘our’ time together all curled up in bed together more often. I think it will help relations, communication and people feeling more loved and attended to. In the lounge downstairs it all feels so separate and people can get to feeling left out, people keep wandering in, and the leather sofas are cold! I know, whine whine lol.

We watched Dear John which wasn’t all that great to be honest, shallow plot no depth to characters, predictable; after that we watched The Switch with Jennifer Aniston in it, much better! So funny. Also made us sniffle and tearful in places, the sign of a good feel good snuggle movie.

Hope we get some literal one on one time soon my ‘wyfe’ and I... well I say one on one.. more like one on two or two on one. Heh.... mmmmm ~distracted~

She’s all so cute in her new clothes with new found confidence and especially when she hasn’t brushed her hair since washing and it’s completely wild and curly. Rebellious and untameable, just like her J

Ahhhhh ...

Can’t want to get back home to the kitty basket for snuggle times....

xxx

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The best orgasm I never thought I'd have...

I simply must write to share what happened last night... the best orgasm of my life, I never thought it could feel like this...


The evening had included friends around the fireside, Harlot (my girlfriend) being unwell, sadly and being mostly tended to by Chayat (her boyfriend), although Sable (her husband and mine and Chayat's boyfriend - yes it's complicated, lol) and I helped as much as we could. Minnie had been around but left after the chores were completed so as to be out of the way. 


So. How do I get to the best orgasm ever from that?


The friends all left, Harlot and Chayat were tucked up soundly in another room, so Harlot could attempt to get a good night's sleep in peace. After sharing many old photographs and building the frames of each other's history, as is the way in relationships, Sable and I eventually decided in the very small hours that we should ascend to bed also...


I had my evening wash and continued to the bedroom where I found Sable grinning inanely and acting very suspicious... I did mention this but he simply responded it was because we were going to be snuggling up naked together! He often makes little comments like this, that give me a frisson of pleasure, like little happy bubbles rising and popping in my heart, reminding me of the active and not static nature of our feelings for each other.


I quickly stripped off for him, to which I could physically see his pleasure... and I jumped into bed next to him. The room was quite cold, as we rely on our fires to warm the Manor we live in, and the bedroom had been left unattended all day. However, luckily we do enjoy and maintain close physical contact so the heat rapidly returns...


We quickly moved into a more relaxed mode of cuddling, stroking and enjoying being naked together, our hands and fingers roaming just as much as our tongues were placed deep into each others mouths, and riding over each others faces and necks.


He wanted me and made it very clear. I wanted him too. I always do, at any time of the day or night.. wherever he wishes to have me.


He uttered one statement to me... 'but... we shouldn't...' and I instantly understood. We shouldn't. It's so wrong. He will get into trouble. I was trying to seduce him, make him weak, get him to sleep with me. The deliciously cruel, taunting, saucy wanton young tart trying to lure him into sex with her, to have her wicked way with him, to possibly use it against him with whichever authority. 


A hint of an age difference. A hint of his authority over me in some field... school, college? He does like me in the uniforms...


Him in the professional capacity. Me just so young, inexperienced, never having experienced a man before, a cock. Always wanting. A first crush. So new and eager to be trained, taught, moulded into whatever he wills. But I have to seduce him...


I tell him all this. I want him so much. I've been dreaming of him you see. Every night, as I touch my forbidden areas, the naughty parts of me that ache and throb with a need I cannot understand, a new feeling to my youthful body, so charged with an urgent insistent desire, and it's all for him. Dreaming that it is his flesh that touches me there, first fingers then something altogether more dangerous, more naughty. That it is his erotic juices upon my tongue, instead of merely my wet fingers that I suck on as I sleep, dreaming that he is coating my tongue and throat instead, that the remnant taste in my mouth is of his lust that he has spilled into me...


With this, he utters an animalistic growl and grabs my hair, having wavered and pleaded that 'we shouldn't', for too long now. My head forced lower. I'm asked if I trust him. I say, yes. Of course. I'll do whatever you want. Teach me. I won't tell anyone. I promise.


His cock is straining and bouncing... wanting my mouth. My tongue reaches out for that first warm, taste, that need that fills my nerve endings, from the first touch of my lips against his glistening head to when I have him fully in my mouth and fucking against my throat, 1fucking it ragged.


It is so big. I tell him this. He agrees, yet mercilessly continues. 


My mouth struggles to take him yet I continue. I make out like it's my first time, to please him. I am sucking yet not too hard... and this teasing just creates more tension, more desire, we are both audibly yearning. I suck on him. Suck, suck, suck. He drags me up and flips me over.....




My legs spread apart. Yet again asked if I trust him. Yes. But... a thought. Will you hurt me? No, of course not, he says with a small smile. Will you be gentle? Yes... I'll be gentle, he says. 


His eyes betray him. I'm glad.


Then... his fingers. Spreading my profuse wetness from my need over my arse. Waiting and wanting. Him, pressing at me. Wanting me there. NO.. no. Small voice. Please. It's not right, it's.... dirty. It's all new to me. Please. Have mercy.


Shhhhh.... he hushes me. Soft, soft, tender kisses to my ear, even whilst his cock is still placed directly at my entrance while he is over me like the sexual predator he is. I calm slightly. 


He hands me something. To help, he says. I look. I have a small, powerful toy. It's easy to use. It's perfect. I crouch, first on hands and knees with him behind, then resting completely on the side of my face, hair messed and in ravish mode about me, and on my shoulders, my arms and hands underneath me, positioning the small tool to my clit, causing more outpouring of my want, and opening me up like petals in sunlight.


He enters me then... just the head to start with. I still jolt. He takes me some more. Bit by bit, he enters me. The slowness, compared to normal, just notches up the tension a thousand-fold. He knows this. He knows all this and uses it.


Then... he slides in with ease. Completely. I moan, a low guttral, animal, catlike wail of want and satisfaction all at once in a beautiful oxymoronic poem.


We continue like this for a while. His hand on my hair, taking me, ravaging me as he wills. 


I need to cum. I really must, must orgasm.


I raise up, I need to be up, off my shoulders, I need to straighten. He brings his arm round my front, and in a practised move without even leaving me once he tilts me up, still inside me perfectly. Other hand moves to the base of my spine, pushing me both down, and out, at the same time, keeping him in prime deep position and jutting out my breasts, making me feel a spectacle, his toy, used for his purposes and desires. I'm at the edge... so close...


I am losing myself on this ocean of electrifying vision, the sensations crackle across the surface of my skin and all other conscious thought is gone, nothing else exists but the feelings... the feelings, my god they are so strong, like nothing else. He is fucking me hard now, so so violently taking me... his hand around my waist pushing me down onto him, his other creeps up and wrenches me firmly by the neck as if I were an actual kitten taken by the scruff... my head falls back onto him. He presses his hand tighter still.. my air... it cuts off. I feel nothing but him and the need. He is one with me and we are in unison. Sex was invented for us, for this moment. It is purely magical. Like nothing before. 


I cum with a loud, wailing scream... at the very split second that he releases into me too, pumping his huge load directly to my core, emptying his want into his receptacle, his vessel, his whore-kitten.


I think I fainted at that point.


When I am conscious again I am next to him. 


He is holding me. He asks me things. There are words... I used to understand them. I am struggling, I have no words. I cannot form anything coherent. I cannot even move. I send the signal to my leg to move and it goes into a small frenzy then gives up. Breathless, speechless and paralysed, barely conscious. The best orgasm I ever had, the most love I've ever felt and the most intense sensational spectacle of a sexual experience I have been a part of.


The first words I can say? I love you. He is amused that I cannot speak. This feels like nothing for him, that he can do this. That he can reduce me to this. I cannot quite conceive that he thinks this is normal, how normal people have sex. This is something amazing.


Second thing I can say? I can't actually move. This amuses him greatly. Hmmm I sense I made a mistake in that admission; or did I? ~smiles~


I feel him moving about me. There cannot possibly be more. He is cleaning himself now, all fresh and new. He is behind me spooning me, ahhh so comforting. Then... his hands between my legs, delving into that puddle of post-coital wetness, finding and feeling me. Then his cock, hard again, entering me. But.. but.... I can't move!


I know, he whispers in my ear. I'm taking advantage of you. And you love it too, don't you, you little whore. He knows I do.


He continues like this for a while, contenting himself with violating my worn out, paralysed and sex ridden and filled body, literally using me like a toy, a ragdoll for his own pleasure, benefit and need. 


Then the final, delicious, whispered reminder: just keep in mind...


... I've now had every one of your holes tonight and I can have them at any time I choose and there's nothing you can do to stop me...


I melt....


He takes me there once again. I can finally move slightly, enough to gently curl my fingers around him as his cock nestles inside my pussy, as he wraps himself around me, and we fall asleep like that, completely sated, fulfilled, satisfied, understood, wrong in all the right ways, complete deviant perfection together.


xxx

That Sunday Night...

He keeps giving me new experiences when I thought I was all out...


Emotion has not often been connected to sex for me. It has mostly been sex, for sex's sake, for the moment, because it was expected, or for a variety of other reasons. There have been times of course in my life I have thought I am having sex because I love this person, but nowadays it all feels so different, more intense, more powerful, not like anything that has happened before it.


And so it was that we came to be snuggled up, curled up together watching Avatar, Sunday night last week, the final relaxation to a long week, before the new one began, I thought. Heavy working week, then a weekend full of different exertions, some pleasurable, some family issues and some personal 'me' rants and raves.


I laid across him the whole film, well the first half curled around him then the second half I melted across his lap... he was stroking me, my face, my hair, in that affectionate way he does. Making me feel even more kitten like and I was internally purring, loving the attention, loving the care, the feelings passing between us, contentment, affection, thoughtfulness, love.


The film finally finished and in tune with the high emotive quality of the plot, so our emotions seemed to be aligned. I sat up to straddle him and he pulled me into him, deeply kissing me... 


His hands exploring my body, feeling between my clothes, under my clothes, seeking out my flesh and curves and everything else. At this point the room was dark, I was unaware if everyone had even left and here I was, being rather hastily undressed in the midnight hours, in the fire's glow and possibly with an audience! He didn't seem to be concerned as and ever, I trusted to his nature, secure in the knowledge he wouldn't do anything that would upset me or harm me in any way. Not intentionally non-consensually anyway. Hurting me because I like it comes later ;)


He laid me down flat on the sofa. Climbed over me. My knickers dragged down my legs, not even off properly. His breath hot upon my face, against my neck, his lips hot and wanting, demanding.


I was wearing his favourite dress, I recall. These details fade in the face of the weightier memories of the feelings attached to that night. My dress... black, slinky, only semi-opaque, the sheer transparent panels giving only the faintest nod towards complete modesty. He loves me in that dress. I love his reaction to it, in every way.


The dress... dragged up and around my hips. My sex explored, roughly but with such loving roughness, fingers probing, over, between, inside... feeling for my eager wetness which readily awaited him, as always it does.


His face never left mine. Our flesh needed to meet at all times, rutting like alley animals yet the sensations passing between us were so advanced it was like we became something more than what actually is. Just pure emotion, his hot mouth to my neck, my teeth seeking his lips, our tongues lashing each others and sucking and needing, demanding and the words tumbling from our mouths, like a torrent of water over a mighty fall.


I wanted him so much, I could barely see anything else. The need and feeling flashing before my eyes stopped all other sight.


He was there, at my entrance, insistent, needing, expectant, ready, wilful and forceful. With one rise up to get properly into position he slipped straight into me... hard... and took the remaining breath from me, a talent he has using a variety of methods. I think is one of his favourites though...


We both stopped the words for what seemed like an age... our lips barely touching, all other action and exertion finished for now. This was different to all other times, something closer, not power exchange, no games, no roleplay, just he and I, sharing the sensation, fulfilling the physical realisation of our shared passion, emotion and serene, demandless and free love. 


He filled me entirely and took me then, slowly, so softly and tenderly yet completing me in ways I didn't know I had required, previously. This was new, so unexpected to me, and I loved it. I loved him. I love him.


We stayed in our personal Elysia for an age, riding those feelings and tendrils of shared passion.


When finally the climax came... we couldn't speak for so long. It was absolute perfection.

Choking on Love

I'm lying, fairly spent, dizzy, empty headed and happy after another energetic, frenzied session. The sheets are twisted and rumpled, around and between us. Our bodies hot and coated in a light sheen while we lay partially across each other, not sure where one ends and the other begins. 


My eyes are closed but flicker open for the reassurance of his presence, still there, still with me, holding, stroking intermittently and making love noises. 


I sense he wants more, more from me and more, just more. So do I, despite the tides of physical lethargy which my lustful appetite is fighting against.


He reaches over and puts his hand to my throat, fingers closing round my throat. His growling whisper, close to my ear, 'I want you to cum for me. Cum like this, right now...'


I react, loving my body's involuntary reactions as well as my surging need causing the previously ebbing tendrils of passion to catch alight and burst into flame once more. 


He presses against my then, his other hand holding the wand to my clit, over my pussy, dancing it over and around, then aggressively holding it tight against my protesting clit once more. The bar through my clit catches and the pain only serves to heighten my rush towards that orgasmic light.


His fingers close, vice-like, round my throat. I'm drifting... caught on that sea of need, torn between the instinctive need to breathe and sacrificing that for him. Gasping, spluttering when I can, catching snippets of air whenever he wills and allows it through to me, trusting he will feed me enough to stay conscious. 


My mind is left free and clear, blanking out everything except the insistent stimulation at the very core of my need to peak, to orgasm, to obey, to please. He wants this of me, and I can achieve this. I want this, he will watch. He tells me in that soft voice, but firm and clear, this is how it will be.


I feel myself toppling over that edge... just at that point he chokes off all air and I fall into the seemingly never-ending well of explosive, chaotic, spine grabbing and nerve-ending sizzling sensation.


I finally recover enough, I open my eyes. He has released me.. He smiles. I smile back.


'I love you...'


'I love you too'


We kiss.


Perfection. 

Corporeal Love Liaisons

We are together constantly but it seems only a few, brief snapshot moments where we share that intimacy. When we touch again, he catches my attention with his flesh to mine once more; fingers through my hair, hand on my shoulder or round my throat, pulling me by my hips to sit on his lap or his fingers entwining with mine to give me a reassuring squeeze of his love.

There are the flashing, passing smiles and eye contact where we rendez vous our illicit desires, dreams, fantasies; promises of what will be and shared memories of what has already transpired.

He removes my clothes with such ease yet such care, fingers moving to enter my clothing and come between the material and my flesh, separating me from modesty and raising goosebumps of lust and need. 

I kiss him then; my mouth enclosing on his, travelling all over each other's faces and necks, exploring, nibbling and even aggressively biting the soft flesh there with a violent passion that sends my tumultuous, tired head into a frenzy of rapture and delight. 

His fingers travel over me, already knowing their route yet at the same time each touch is new, like the very first. It is a contradiction that I love to experience - he knows me, what I want and what I need, yet makes it fresh, new, exciting. Time after time. 

My nipples strain now, needing his hot breath, his mouth enclosed around them, taking them in and drawing the blood painfully to the surface, my involuntray yelp cut off with his hand placed firmly over my mouth, stifling any protests yet also serving to heighten my salacious sensations.

My clit is aching with need, need not even to orgasm but just to feel his flesh pounding against mine, the skin getting hotter and wetter between us with each thrust.... 

First though I must attend to him... just as I have reached that point where I completely need him inside me, ready to beg, his hands are firm and heavy on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. I gladly comply, loving the feel, sensation and taste of his cock deep in my mouth.

Not just the taste and feel but the effect on him... my every movement with my tongue travelling over his tip, licking my lips around him to moisten them and my throat swallowing and inviting ... sucking in my cheeks to form the perfect seamless vacuum around his shaft, then loosening again to lick up his pre-cum which seeps slowly as he moans above me. Gasping cries to a god neither of us believe in. 

My tongue explores his head, round and underneath the collar, teasing, needing, yearning for him. Im moaning on him now, knowing both that it turns him on for me to need his cock so much and that the vibrations travelling through him balls to cock tip will fill him with a need to cum down my throat so great it will be painful to hold back. I take him deeper now...

He has my head grasped with both hands. My hair tightly held within his fingers.. his fists. Clenched with sexual need, caught in the moment. Ramming my head back and forth with an energy so great he is actually fucking my throat. Not just against my throat but through it and beyond. 

Pulling head all the way off him just to ram me back down forcefully, violently. His cock slamming into my throat with such force, Im gagging on him, gasping for breath. 

I cry. Im moaning and choking, retching... oh god, I'm going to be sick... please.... control... please... mercy I need air....

That fight between giving good head and needing air is one he loves putting to me, feeling me physically forcing myself to choose his cock in my mouth over needing to breathe... until the very point Im about to pass out. He chooses that moment...

He pulls me off him, flips me over when Im at my weakest point, gasping in air which although required, is nowhere near as delicious as his cock in my mouth. I need him back inside me.

Im on my front. My legs yanked apart. A bitten kiss to my neck. A whispered, 'I love you so much' in my ear even whilst I'm still suffering, all for him.

His hands on my hips, they pull my arse up, I struggle with my hands. Must put them out. Must raise up. What is happening. My brain struggles to rebalance. 

I shake my head and I'm on all fours. Then...

He slams deep into my pussy. Deep... so deep. Violent. Hard. Needing. 

I moan painfully, the pain is a combination of the physical feeling and the need. Need for more. The welcome back of him inside me when he has been missing so long. 

His hand travels up my back from where it was gripping my hip... to move around to my throat. Holding me like an animal. His other hand moves around from the other hip to my lower back, pushing me down, down onto his cock even deeper still. Fucking me like an animal. 

In this position he takes me through every single sensation one can experience during intense, intimate sex. Held at both throat and sex, placed to be used for his pleasure, filling me, fucking me.

I'm snarling almost subconsciously, the instinctive primal, carnal need flowing from my mouth as freely as my juices around his thrusting cock.

His hand moves from my throat up to cover my mouth, switching between gagging my sounds and to cover my nose as well, controlling my air, my life. His other hand is commanding me to remain still, moving from my lower back up to swipe around my long flailing hair, and grasp it within his strong fist in one, practiced, fluid movement. Yanking my head back even whilst I'm gagged and fucked thoroughly....

I think it is at this very moment, just before he cums in me, that I feel most happy, balanced, wanted, needed, beautiful... loved.

Stolen

He moves stealthily, seductively, between light and shadow, between purity and evil. Flickering like a candle flame in my breast, teasing with illumination and heat, yet ready to be gone from me at any time.

We burn more intensely together. I am fire, he is on the cusp. Sometimes cooling to my temperament, sometimes stoking so I actually exude heat, I am so aflame with desire and need.

The way he grasps me, shoves me down, whether pinning by the neck above me or plunging inside by holding onto my hips behind. Stealing my breaths entirely so I'm on the edge of consciousness. Driving me up against the wall, taking me in a passionate frenzy whenever, wherever. The middle of the night to the middle of my morning shower. Half way through a meal. When the desire takes him he will be there, hard, insistent, wanting, demanding but all with a seductive overwhelming innocence, love, admiration, respect, chivalry.

I feel flattered to be so whored, so abused, so taken.

He wants me and I will provide.

There is an iron quality to his eyes, and his will is steel, immovable and unbreakable. It is his will but with the proper tempering and treatment he has compassion enough to move where he is motivated to go.

I have no idea where this is all going to end but I am enjoying the whirlwind tumble down the deviant well of desire...

Before, I was taking my time, completely certain I was fine where I was, I was happy to cut out potentially hurtful parts of life, past experiences teaching me not to trust. Then he comes along, finds me, the real me, picks me up and ravages me until I cannot and will not resist.

Worrying, in some ways, yet in others... not worrying at all.

There is yet more... more to this part of the story and other parts you know not of yet... but do you want to hear?

Soothing satisfaction at the end of the day...

I love that time of the day where I get to switch off, unwind, just finish all communications with the world and relax.

I switch the world off and he switches me on.

Undressing, washing, changing into something loose and easily removeable I flop next to him on the sofa, exhausted. I am cleansed and natural, hair loose and wild, naked face. Noone else sees me like this, I am vulnerable, almost child-like.

I move closer to him, letting him know it's ok to enter my personal space. I am sensitive about the immediate space around me, noone enters it without permission. Remnants of long, locked up badness in those boxes at the far corners of my mind prevent movements towards me that I am unprepared for, some parts of me almost ruined.

Broken toy that I am, he is patient and kind and knows my body language. I let him pull me towards him, close into him, snuggled, safe, content.

He slips one hand into my clothes, a familiar movement, not sexual in itself, yet somehow all our touches with each other have the fibres of sexuality entwined with them.

I am laying across him, my head on his chest, his hand gently stroking up my spine, his other hand either laying across me or from time to time, touching my face, stroking my hair.

His need becomes pressing beneath me after a while and I smile to myself. He gives a low huff, something like petulance, and I giggle softly.

We play like this for a time, with soft touches to each other, no more than a few words spoken, just quiet or some background noise to half-focus on.

The motion and feel of his touch on my body lulls me into a drowsy, just before sleep state. Soft, fragile, ready for bed.

He lifts me firmly and we ascend to the room, the shared nest where we meet at the end of each day. Pulling from me gently what little clothes I wear, he places me into bed and joins me there.

I am exhausted but I still want him to take me, he does so... lovingly, thoroughly, ravishingly.

We sleep entangled, the deep sleep of the sated.

Xcite Nookii In the Mood for Love Box

Nookii In The Mood For Love

I was lucky enough to win this gorgeous gift box from the wonderful people at Xcite, due to a competition they were running on their FaceBook page!

So not only do I have lots of lovely erotic fiction from them but also some gorgeous boudoir sex toys and novelties too!

This set comprises:

Pack of Love Action Cards

Fluffy Pink Blindfold

The Pearl: A chic nodular ended designer waterproof 7 function vibrator for her

The Tickler: A sensual pearly coloured designer sleeve for him

Do Not Disturb Door Sign

This is a sweet & romantic set to buy as either a gift for loved up friends or as a loving treat between couples. I love how the items are presented in a ribbon topped tubular box, very gift-like and well packed inside.

The items enclosed are luxurious and well made. The money's worth is really in the lady's vibrator, which is highly satisfying. 7 functions, powerful vibrations and waterproof sleek design all combine to make this a vibrator that you will love owning and using!

Topping the vibrator and the man's 'sleeve' is a nodular sphere, an unusual addition but one that heightens pleasure play to the max. I would advise you put the sleeve on him when he is hard, it would be too difficult to grapple with the logistics of placing the sleeve on him in any other way!

The vibrator takes two AAA batteries which are easily inserted into the screw off end. Once the cap is returned to place, the vibrator is turned on and off with one end button while the other allows you to scroll through the 7 exciting functions.

The man's sleeve is rubbery and stretchy, a slim latex-style material that stretches to fit any penis size. You can also use this on a finger or two. This can be worn inside out to give the man some very unique sensations too! This is a delightful addition and can be used in many ways, your imagination is your only limit!

The action cards 'bundle' contains an information leaflet on the set, as well as a fold out 'Do Not Disturb' door sign that I will be using plenty in the future especially at my frequent filthy hotel stays!

The action cards contain handy and helpful sensual tips, hints and ideas to really maximise the session for lovers. The 'Mindset', 'In Preparation' and 'Thoughtful Extras' cards are to be read first, these give you all the basic and essential advice and techniques to prepare yourself for a loving, fulfilling experience.

The fold out door sign is small and sweet, using the striking and romantic pink/purple colours of the Nookii company itself.

The blindfold is pink, fluffy on the front side and satin against the eyes, with light padding. The stretchy, scrunchy style back will help to ensure this fits most people and gives a flirty edge to proceedings. Blindfold her and use the Pearl sleeve as a body massager (inside and out) whilst combined with your favourite water based lubricant!

All in all this is a gorgeous, well designed, sweetly packaged romantic gift set that any lovers would be happy to receive.

Click here to buy yours today, or why not check out the rest of the luxurious Nookii range of toys and gifts?

Have fun and stay sexy!