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Belle Époque

They had met at the end of the season. He had seemed like some great austere saint and so dull. But after sharing a few dances and having had the pleasure of sitting next to him during the horse races, she had found that he was far from noble and was indeed quite clever.

He amused her. His humor was razor sharp, his intellect far superior to anyone she had ever met. He unsettled her, and intrigued her. What hovered on the raw edge just below the surface was a dark, smoldering, sleeping volcano. A bath of lava she wanted to submerge herself in and emerge from like a phoenix.

She was fascinated by him, and his deviant mind and felt in her gut she should be afraid. But all she wanted to do was kneel at his feet. It made her despise herself. She was no Victorian twit! This was 1910 and she refused to emulate her mother.

She hadn’t acknowledged her inner desires until meeting him. She had been focused on her social status, and with her parents, had been slowly considering her marriage options for climbing up the ranks. He had been one such option, that she had stubbornly refused based on her first impression.

There was this internal fight that she was faced with ever since she had hit puberty. There were so many things that a proper English Lady did not do or even admit to. Upon meeting him again over dinner, she had given up that fight. She found herself flowing into him.

As she went to her dresser and chose yet another string of pearls to add to the collection already weighing down the high collar of lace, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her hair up, with some curls escaping haphazardly to frame her fine boned face, she was annoyed to see her cheeks so flushed. Her eyes dark black pools of lust stared back at her.

He did that to her.

They were meeting at the Opera tonight, and she hoped her parents had not been fools in letting her go escorted by no more than the old maid that often served breakfast in their home.

He waited for her at the loge.

Unlike most suitors who went out of their way to dote on her, collecting her at her home, asking her what she would like to do and such; he always made her come to him and told her what the plans for the evening were. Part of his arrogance in these things irritated her, part of it left her breathless. She already had so many things to think about, in running a home, organizing sweaty shop girls in her social work and everything that went with her station, that not having to think for herself actually came as a reprieve. Upon arrival at the loge he showed himself the perfect Gentleman, giving her prime seating and flattering her. The old maid sat in the second row, little beady eyes well aware of the electricity between them.

He leaned in, under guise of giving her the details of the story line. His warmth made her entire body shiver. He said nothing, just breathed on her exposed shoulders and neck as she was forced for social dignity to remain perfectly still, and calm. She dropped her Opera glasses in her lap, he picked them up, applying pressure to her sex. She almost fainted as the rush of blood flooded her clit and vulva and her corset strangled her breath. She felt her nipples harden under her lace bodice and ached for his touch.

She looked at him then, certain her eyes betrayed her desire. He sneered and pulled away. Her cheeks bloomed red and she was grateful for the blanket of darkness that fell.

Soon the curtains opened and Elektra began. Based on the Greek tragedy of the same name, the opera by Richard Strauss let unfold before her the horror and gloom of revenge, the sole theme. Every note, every scene dragging at her heart bringing her deeper and deeper into the despair that led to murder, and in the last scenes Elektra, in an ecstatic dance of triumph, falling dead in front of her horror-stricken attendants.

Discussing with delicate delight her impressions of the Opera with him, he walked her and her chaperon to his Silver Ghost. The maid stalled. There was no convincing the woman to enter the motor car. No matter what was said she simply would not. Seemingly chivalrous, he hailed down a horse and carriage and sent her on her way, soothing her with kind words. The poor woman was so frazzled she did not seem to notice that in the process, she had abandoned her charge.

Unfolding quietly her sheer, gauzy scarf to wrap around the edges of her massively brimmed hat, tying it securely under her chin, she accepted moments later his hand as she stepped into the vehicle. As he settled next to her and the motor crackled and boomed to life she breathed with enchantment her enthusiasm at the sense of freedom and speed that came from the promised road ahead. She wished bitterly she could loosen her corset.

The silence between them was pleasant. There was little point in trying to speak over the engine noise. She closed her eyes. Let herself feel his presence next to her. She knew the city would gossip at this the next day, but for now she simply enjoyed the fleeting sense of rebellion that sent the butterflies in her stomach a flutter. Then, they stopped short as the car suddenly halted. She opened her eyes and realized she didn’t know where she was.

She was alone with him on a country road along the ocean. Miles from anywhere and anyone. How had this happened? She smiled at him nervously and realized then that she was his pray. But instead of feeling fear, she felt total peace envelope her like a guardian.

He stepped out of the car.

She waited.

He motion with a sharp gesture that she should join him. She removed very carefully the hat, gloves and scarf and left them in the back seat. Fumbling a moment with the door, she attempted to exit the car as elegantly as possible without falling. She nearly did but caught herself. He waited patiently a few steps away.

The trees hid them from public view. The Ocean waves crashed angrily in a pre-storm hissy fit along the coast far far below the cliff he had chosen.

“You will marry me” he said. There was no reply. He turned slowly raising an eyebrow at her. He was calm but imposing.

“Yes” she responded.

“Kneel”

Without hesitation she did. Not caring that the fine Belgian lace of her gown would need delicate cleaning to return them to their desired bright white.

“You are mine – you understand? Do not speak just nod yes or no”.

She nodded in the affirmative.

“You are an intriguing woman, I will give you that. I never thought I’d find a one worthy of my attention. You haven’t disappointed me… yet. Surprising considering your young years”

She remained silent basking in his praise as he walked up to her, and removed her jewels. She already felt naked without her hat and gloves. His fingers on her neck made her forget to breathe. His gesture was rough yet, never did he pull her hair or actually cause pain. She trembled from cold and from something she could not name.

She almost screamed when she felt his fingers on the buttons of her bodice. She almost ran when he caressed her shoulders with his lips, She moaned deeply when he unlaced her corset exposing her bare back to the elements. Revealing her to the outdoors as she never had been.

“Breathe” he ordered almost lovingly. She did – deeply. She sensed his anger at the corset for containing her so. She smiled. There was something tender there.

“Do you wish me to stop?” She remained silent. “You may answer” he added. Quivering she whispered barely audibly.

“No”

“Good”

He grabbed her by the arm and escorted her to the car. With the scarf previously abandoned in the back seat he tied her to the cross bar holding the canvas roof. Alarm now rushed through her. A sense of controlled terror took over. He smiled then. He wanted her, and she knew then that she desperately needed him to.

Her hands tied, facing the car, standing there, he pulled her head back towards him. His other hand cupped her breast and exposed it to the cold and he pinched her nipple hard. She had never been touched by a man. She had barely ever touched herself. Her body responded with emotions and desires she was wholly unprepared to deal with.

She screamed. He let go of her hair, and kneeled at her feet waiting for her scream to die. Then, as she trembled and shook, he let his hands climb up, her petticoats. She sobbed and screamed again. On the fine line between outrage and craving.

She had never known such intimate contact, she had never expected it to be so intensely arousing. She had on no account expected him to be so… tender. What were these feelings she felt. Her screams tangled in her throat with moans as his fingers pressed her nether regions. Nothing but a thin layer of cotton between his digits and her cunt. She hung her head in embarrassment as she felt the moisture soak into the fabric.

Slowly, he pressed, small circles and delicious pressure made her knees weak, Her breath caught in her throat now, her groans grew louder. She felt a sensation she had never know, a flooding of warmth and pleasure. She found herself pressing into him, whispering his name. Her head fell back of its own accord as her first orgasm shook her body. She collapsed, with only his strength and the ropes holding her up.

He untied her then, and kissed her, proudly, fiercely. Taking her hand he placed it on his hard cock. She felt it, curious and a little alarmed. The heat and hardness obvious even through his trousers.

“Good – as much as my social standing requires me to have a Lady for a wife, I will not, like so many fools, have you simply tolerate my touch for procreation. I do not wish to support a mistress. You shall be both. In public you will show all the grace and elegance of a woman of your standing. Of that you are most capable. I needed to know if you were able to let go of those social bindings in private. I will not marry a woman unable to let go sufficiently to feel pleasure.” She barely heard him. She sat in the passenger seat of the car, flushed and glowing with this new delight.

Next week, we will begin your sexual education. The basics, fellatio and such, both receiving and giving pleasure. Your education, will culminate with your deflowering on our wedding night. Something I am looking forward to immensely. By then, your fears of that act will have been replaced by excitement” he said.

What he did not see, was the moonlit smile that curved her delicate lips. She had judged him correctly and bagged her man. 

There were some things an English Lady never admitted. He had ensured she never had to.

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April 4, 2010 Posted by | erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, Tied Up | , , , , , , , , , , | 19 Comments

Flights of Fancy

Dreams: Are they something we create in some uncharted section of our brain or is it another reality we are living. Is it possible that we live more than one life at the same time? Why do some dreams feel so real and others do no? Is it because one is reality and the other is just a misfiring synapse? Do YOU ever dream … of flying?

“There you are” the words that always greet me. He is sitting on a large bolder incongruently lodged on what looks like big, white, cotton candy clouds. There is no ground, no dirt or soil that I can tell, yet there are rocks, trees, flowers and other greenery. I feel a little disoriented but soon focus.  I’m not in Kansas anymore Toto …

I first notice his eyes. Dark brown with amber rings that gaze straight at my core. A thousand messages told in a look, a history, a partnership. He sees all of me. Then, I notice his wings. They are large, massive yet fluid and wrapped like a protective cloak around his lithe body. Difficult to tell the difference between our genders, yet I feel his distinctive masculine presence. His feathers are gold and silver with bright red tips as if the apex of every single feather was burning with the red flame of a mature fire.

I look down, a little startled, to see my own feathers wrapped around my long and slender figure. Bright magenta with teal tips, the rachis made of fine opal like keratin. A part of my brain is in awe and pleased at how beautiful they are. I flex and open them, several feet long and heavy, each wing is in length my own body’s height. A cold rush flows over my suddenly exposed, very nude and shockingly slender body. The wind is picking up as the light shifts a little towards dusk. Faster, cooler as if the northern airstream too wants to play.

My lover, for his gaze tells me he is, extends his hand out to me in invitation. I watch him, as his knees bend, his energy seemingly congregating in his center, the very tip of his wings, flutter and with a sudden expansion of wing span he jets off straight into the bright blue sky. Stunned I watch as he slows and then starts to circle like a Wandering Albatross. I hear him in my mind. “I am waiting love come and dance with me…” A large grin spreads across my face.

I bend my own knees, with the certainty of an action practiced a thousand times, I center my energy in my gut, flex my wings out, the tips taste the wind and reminiscent of a nuclear explosion I detonate towards the heavens. The cold air hits me like an ice bath, every cell on my skins surface tingles, the tears in my eyes are from both wind-chill and joy as a sense of absolute freedom overtakes my consciousness. I am delirious with glee and laugh with the abandon of a child at play. What seems like hours and only minutes is stopped as a warm hand startles me and pulls me. At first a little annoyed for the interruption, I realized that there is only so far I can go on my own. The rest of the heavens await, a world of infinite space, but it takes two for access. I am uncertain as to why, but I know this truth.

 Abandoning myself to the moment, my lover positions himself  below me and turning up facing me, his eyes fierce yet tender, he wraps his wings around us, as I fold my own, against my back. We do not plummet but hover at that altitude. The calm is so total it’s eerie. His warmth is akin to placing frost bitten fingers in warm water; wonderful yet painful all at once. I lose my ability to differentiate up from down. North, South, East or West all directions seem the same. The only center of focus is my lovers amber ringed eyes. I look deep into them. I sense his body closer; our skin is merging, as if literally becoming one. Moments pass and his mind and mine are joined in perfect harmony as are our palms, chests and pelvic region. A warm sensation tingles and the walls of my cunt press down and to my delight, the kegal movement reveals his presence inside me. There is no back and forth, no rocking, gyrating, no humping- nothing that base – yet the heat, vibration and intensity of the joining has me flushed. A sensation similar to orgasm is tickling every nerve ending.

His mouth, with full and tender lips, closes the last gap between us, for a moment we breathe each other in and out. It’s as if his member has spread like tentacles across my entire inner being, caressing the back of my kidney, spine, heart and nipples from within, moving around and pressing every erogenous zone from inside and outside my body simultaneously.

 We remain, palm to palm, pelvis to pelvis, his wings wrapping us in a glorious cocoon of feathers. I am drunk on the breath of him. His essence impregnating every molecule, I know not where he ends and I begin and as his mouth, deliciously closes on mine, the sweet and tender taste of his moist tongue flickering against the back of my teeth, I feel us shift. I kiss him in earnest, our lips never parting I throw myself at him, in him, one with the universe our energies meld. The sound of wings and blood surging resonates in my ears, my clit is gorged, my body trembling, and I hear his voice like a sweet love song, a serenade in my mind behind my eyes, in my internal ear. I echo it back and tears start to fall. Hurricanes have less intensity than the tsunami of orgasm that threatens to shred our very essence. Lips part and as we scream our pain and pleasure we shoot out and beyond the pale blue sky into the eternal darkness of space. For a moment we are like two satellites in a deadly tango above the white, blue and green world. We hover, just as the orgasm ends. I feel him shudder within.

His wings wrapped tightly so long open suddenly to fold behind his back. I open mine and wrap him then, holding him, cradling him and keeping us united as one. Our lips reconnect, we kiss softly and tender. My hands find his flesh and I caress him. His find my physical self and the intoxication of his touch spins my mind around again and again. In sweet denouement we slowly plummet back. I close my eyes and fall without fear. My heart lurches a moment as we pierce the white clouds in entry, and I cry as I hear him whisper in my mind “until next time my heart” …. He lets go.

The feeling of loneliness is so intense I scream. I awaken.

Looking  up I see brown eyes with amber rims looking at me; warm flesh and a heart beating beneath my palm. “There you are…” he says …I grin as I place my ear against his chest, listen to his heart beat and breathe in his human scent. He smells of sex.

February 25, 2010 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors | , , , , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments

Scandinavian Spa

“The concept requires alternating hot, cold and relaxation periods. First warm up your body by taking a Finnish sauna or steam bath for 10 to 15 minutes; this will open up your pores and toxins can be evacuated through sweat. Then, quickly cool off by submerging yourself under the Nordic waterfall or in one of our cold or temperate pools; this step will help rinse off toxins and tighten up the pores of your skin. Finally, complete the process with a calming period by sitting peacefully for another 10 to 15 minutes in one of our indoor or outdoor relaxation areas. This step will allow your system to find its normal rhythm. To fully take advantage of the beneficial effects of such an activity, we recommend that you repeat these steps 3 to 4 times in a row, at your own pace, and top off the experience by relaxing your muscles in our outdoor hot tub.
The benefits of Nordic baths are numerous. Additionally to providing a total sense of well being and relaxation, this activity allows the body to eliminate toxins, relax the muscles, improve the quality of sleep, stimulates the mechanisms of the immune system and contributes to overall oxygenation. All in all, this experience provides an opportunity to purify oneself, both physically and spiritually.”
 

 

Hmmmm sounds good to me.

11:15 a.m. The day is ideal, cool crisp and the sun coming and going ensures that neither one of us will get a sunburn, especially her with her fair skin. We check in and get our bottles of water, locker “magnetic key” bracelet and big fluffy robes and towels.

11:25 a.m. The locker room is large and spacious and packed with amenities like hairdryers, shampoos, conditioners and body lotions. Change stalls are available for the more prudish and large long benches with ample space to sprawl your belongings for those like me happy to prance around in glorious nudity. Showers are clean and the tiny little glass tiles give them the appearance of a big shiny opal.

I strip and fold my things neatly into a locker. Pull on my bikini; weave my hair into two neat little braids to keep my long locks out of my face. I pull on the rob, grab my towel, plop the water bottle into my pocket, slip on my flip flops and make my way out to the glorious summer day and handsome companion.

11:40 a.m. She walks out of the locker room and my heart implodes in my chest. I love how versatile she is. One moment all outdoorsy ready to zip line, bike or bungee jump, the next girly in high heels and summer dresses ready for a play or ballet … but this is how I love her best. Not a trace of makeup, her breasts obscenely stretching the fabric of her bikini top, her little braids reminding me of my childhood cowboy and Indian story books. She’s got curves with strong muscles underneath. She’s beautiful.

11:50 a.m. I let her know that I am hungry and we make our way to the restaurant and share a light meal. The food very healthy and filling without making us feel like a mountain of bricks has landed suddenly in our guts.

12:15 p.m. We find a lounge area in the sun and let our meal settle. We enjoy the quiet. No one is allowed to talk. The silence is truly golden. I let my eyes close.

Now and then I open them to admire the contour of his fit and handsome body. It’s funny how you can know a person for months and suddenly see something new. In the sun, I notice the smile lines near his eyes. The upward sweep makes him seem happy even in the relaxed pose. His hair falling from his face always seems so dark, but in the sun I discern a slight red undertone I had not distinguished before.

“You ready?” your voice catches me off guard I am so lost in my observations … your smile tells me you’d noticed.

12:45 p.m. It’s hot. We have walked into the Turkish bath and its wall of eucalyptus steam. The hot and heavy air making her cough a little as her lungs adjusted and she settled next to me on the bench.

The décor is stunning. The room is a large oval shape with three tiers of steps that double as the benches where only 3 others have perched themselves. I pull my love by the hand behind me and move us to the top where we settle near a window looking out onto the woods. She’s claustrophobic and I know this is the best way for her to relax in this box. For a moment I try and figure out how the steam is kept from fogging up the glass on the window pane.

My thinking is interrupted as the sun comes out and I see her caught in its beam. My breath is knocked out of me I stare in disbelief. With the sudden sunlight, the tiles in the Turkish Bath create the illusion of moving water as the steam shifts and dissipates and is then re-launched into the small space after the massive glass door “suctions cups” shut.
 
My lover leans against the window and the light makes her seem … other worldly. The tiny water beads over her delicate skin seem like a thousand little diamonds. Her big eyes open and stare at me staring at her and I wonder what she sees. I can’t resist and I lean in and kiss her. I touch her; caress her in the oppressive heat. Her smile and sigh a reward beyond hope.

1:00 p.m. “I need air” I manage to whisper without coughing. He nods in agreement, although I am reluctant to let his fingers slide away from the inside of my thighs. His caress had been getting more and more intimate and my body is tingling from top to bottom with desire. I had enjoyed the privacy the steam provided but the closed space and thick air was beginning to make me feel crushed. It was time to get out before a sudden desire to scream took over.

We step outside and the summer day seems almost cool. But not as cold as what is facing us.

Roaring before our eyes is a waterfall. Not massive in size but impressive in power. My handsome and fearless man wades right into the water and stands under the thumping weight of the ice cold “shower”. His grin tells me all I need to know. It’s cold. More than cold it’s freezing, sub zero, should be solid ice, cold. I cringe. I hate the cold.

Grabbing my courage by the horns and wrestling with it I walk into the pool and drop to below the water level and try to count to 10. I can’t do it … by 8 I am walking out and shivering.

He laughs and starts to reach for me to pull me under the gushing water; I manage to just slip away avoiding the cruel and unusual punishment he had in store for me. Instead he follows me to the relaxation area.

1:15 p.m. I see the large Fat Boy for two and can’t resist. My Love is wrapped in her robe trying to ward off the feeling of cold that has crept into her bones. I, on the other hand, love it. My skin tingles and I feel so alive! I just want to nuzzle her and touch her. Those bean bags look perfect for that.

We settle and I am pleased at how comfortable they are. Nothing like the lumps of synthetic fabric of old, these are heavy duty and stay up and support. We cuddle in the center, legs entangled, with her head on my chest. Her little cold nose is buried between my pecks as she tries to recover from the ice bath. Her hands have made their way to my swim trunks and I feel the delicate play of her fingertips down on my cock head.

There’s no way I can stand up now. I hear her giggle as if she’d heard my thought. I look down and see the playful radiance all over her. Oh damn … I’m in trouble. God I want her so badly … her fingers are ummm …. warming up.
 

1:30 p.m. Our robes are providing some privacy from onlookers. I can feel the sudden surge in his trunks under my playful tease. I giggle a moment thinking of the Seinfeld episode the words “shrinkage” echoing in my head. There doesn’t seem to be a problem here anymore.

An older couple walks by and the lady looks at me knowingly I flash a smile back and she walks away, a prudish stance in her step. I wonder when was the last time a lover took her passionately and made her body rejoice with life. I hope that’s never me. I snuggle into my love. My hand now firmly wrapped around his hot warmth. We sigh. And surprisingly … dose.

2:00 p.m. We’ve slept a little past our next round. But the deep relaxation beginning to enter my body tells me this is all just too perfect. I lean into my sweetheart’s ears and whisper as quietly as I can. She nods and we move on.

The sauna waits.

The room is large. A massive floor to ceiling window overlooking the baths makes this sauna a bright and pleasant space. I see her shoulders relax as the heat warms her up finally and the smell of warm wood fills our noses.

She loves sauna’s but always struggles with the small confined space. This one seems custom built for her. She grins. I kiss her deeply right there.

We walk quietly to a lower bench. I sit and she lies down next to me, her head in my lap. It’s not usual Sauna protocol; it’s obvious by the eyes around the room trying not to stare at the open display of affection. But I don’t care. I let my fingers caress the little stray curls out of her face, my hand finds her shoulders and massages gently. She stretches out like a cat and moans very quietly. Every move she makes, and every one of my touches is sensual and we both know its foreplay. Yet – we aren’t doing anything wrong or crass.

2:15 p.m. The beads of sweat have formed on my skin and it’s time for the dreaded cold part again. I feel a little braver this time – since we aren’t going to the ice bath but the temperate one. I can manage that. I slide in and clench my teeth but go all the way in, the cold water envelopes my body like an icy lover. I shiver.

I  feel the warmth of his arms around me as he holds me to him in the water. I wrap my legs around his waste, and lean my head on his shoulder and let him hold me there in the water so I don’t wimp out and leave too early. He tries to distract me with gentle kisses. “I’m cold …” with that, he puts me down and, wading out, we then cross over to the warm hot tub.

2:30 p.m. The warm bubbling water rushes over us and I feel the slight shock of the cold to warm that for now seems too hot. My skin loves this and I feel utterly energized.

I make my way to the bench where the jets are strong and powerful. She follows me obviously much happier in the warm water. We settle and find jets to knead away at whatever muscles are sore. She sinks in finding one to handle her tight shoulders. I find one just at the right level to hit that tension in my lower back. In silence we relax.

I’m startled by her hand making its way up my shorts. She has moved closer and a naughty twinkle in her eye tells me I’m done dosing off.

I bring her in and hold her in my arms like a babe. Her eyes flash wide open as she realizes why I have done this. The jet that had been massaging my lower back is now straight on, full strength, on her clit. A sudden flush rises to her cheeks as she tries to wiggle out of the way, but I hold her almost by force. She wraps her arms around me neck “but I’m going to ….” I hold her even tighter. Her body is responding and I’m not letting her out of this one. I hold her and she gives up fighting me.

She’s sweet in my arms. All her soft skin and warm curves are trembling. I hold her and listen to her breath rise a little. It doesn’t take long. I see the muscles in her arms as she holds me tight and her inner thighs tremble in a tell tale way. I know not to leave her there too long else it get painful. I move. She relaxes in my arms. The flush of an orgasm on her face, eyes closed she languidly rests in my arms. I love her. The way she can come like that is remarkable. I have never known a woman that could so easily just let go.
 

2:45 p.m. I lift my hand to his face, and show him my raisin fingers. It’s time to get out of the water. We make our way to the quiet room. It’s a large space with two rows of wall to wall “bunk beds” of sorts. All made of the same wood as the sauna with thick water resistant cushions. They are all very open to sight except for one.

Almost like an after thought – one bunk is almost above the entrance door. It’s angle making it far more private. Without having to even confer, we both make our way up the little wooden ladder and settle in our nook. There is a person straight across from us, we nod in salutation and tightening our fluffy robes around us, face to face we lay down to nap.

I can’t help but want to play with him. But our roommate makes it impossible for me to do more than caress his chest and play with his hair. I let myself snuggle up and dose off.

*thunck-a-thunck-a-thunck*

I open my eyes. His breathing is soft. He’s half asleep. I look up a little and …. we are alone.

I turn around so that my ass is in his crotch and grind into him a few times. His arm wraps around my waist and he presses into me. I snake my hand behind my back at an awkward angle, let it slide under his waist band and find his already hard cock waiting eagerly for my touch. He presses his lips into my neck and his entire body into mine, making movement with my arm impossible. I whisper “Move back love”. The few extra inches of space give me just enough room to start a gentle up and down.

I’ve never – to date – been able to make him come with a hand job or blow job. It’s not me. I know that. He’s just not “wired” that way. I’ve had enough lovers to know that my skill in those areas is not shabby. Some would even say I even excel at it. But the doubt starts to nag at the back of my mind, my self-confidence taking its beating. I start. I have time, he’s relaxed and horny. Maybe this time ….?

3:00 p.m. I can’t believe how good it feels. Her hand firm but soft around my member. I can sense pleasure stirring in my loins. I don’t think I’ll come here in a public place. But damn it feels good. I’m just going to relax and enjoy what she wants to do to me. Damn ….

3:15 p.m. My arm and hand are really starting to hurt. I move, and turn to face him. Holding myself up on my left elbow, I undo the velcro and strings that hold his swim shorts closed and release his shaft. There’s a thrill. We are relatively exposed. All it would take is one person to want to come in from the sun outside and relax in the space to see us. The thrill seems to add an edge to everything. I let my right hand continue where the left hand had left off.

I kiss him as my hand works its way up and down his cock. I hear his breath change dramatically and I don’t dare hope. We’ve been here before. I don’t break rhythm and just continue. My kiss becomes more aggressive, I nibble and bite and cover his face with my breath, and my hand never stops.

3:25 p.m. Its starts like a memory in the back of my mind. I can’t stop it – like a heard of wild horses coming over the horizon and suddenly my body arches as I feel the rush of orgasm like a thousand hooves.  Her mouth over mine muffles the animal growl that has come from deep inside my gut and I explode all over her hand and my stomach.

3:35 p.m. “Oh you’re happy now aren’t you” I say breathlessly as I see her eyes gleaming and I can almost see her patting herself on the back. I must admit that was well done. I came from a hand job. I can’t remember the last time that happened. She’s cleaning me up with the small hand towel we’ll toss in the hamper on our way out. I can feel her happy little finger tying up my strings and the velcro. She even pats me on the chest with a “there now …” Oh yes, she’s pleased with herself all right and that’s potentially dangerous for me.

3:45 p.m. It’s time for our massages, before we do one more round and go home. I am beaming. I just knew … I knew I could do it. We climb down the ladder, him first and I follow.  Just then a female staff member walks in. As my love walks out, she looks at me, at the flush of our cheeks and the grin on my face and she knows. I can see her trying to think of something to say or do and as I come shoulder to shoulder with her I lean over, and whisper in her ear:

“Prove it”.

January 17, 2010 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, temptation | , , , , , , , , , , , , | 9 Comments

Winter Solstice Ritual

For years she had celebrated alone. Yet, like so many things in the last few months, this too had changed.
 
A part of her was nervous, the other overjoyed. She had become accustomed to being a solitary witch. His presence although exhilarating, also threw her off her game a little. Deep inside her, she knew things would never be the same. She was now truly understanding the level of his commitment to them as a couple. It scared her. It pleased her.
 
 The hard part had been staying awake. As an early bird she was up at 5:30 a.m. by the time 11:30 pm rolled around her eyes were heavy from fighting sleep.Yet for once the ritual would be played out right.

She walked to the thermostat and turned off the heat. In this northern climate the move was a bold one. Yet it was part of the sacrament. To feel in the next half hour the temperature drop slightly was a way to represent the drop in temperature that led to this, the darkest and longest of nights.

On the floor, the bare hardwood floor, she knelt. Feeling him by her side, they lit their respective candles. Her the red for the Goddess, a reflection of all things female. Blood. Life. Him, the Green. The symbol of the male life force, the harsh survival of the forest, the evergreens, the hunt.

They sat quietly meditating side by side, reflecting on the past year. The hopes that had at last come to be reality. They thought of the men and women that had guided them, the wise few that had brought them some bright light of wisdom. They thought of the seeds of potential asleep under the snow within them. They thought of each other …. and hands reached across the floor and clasped tightly.

At midnight – they both lit the white candle left in the center. Untainted white. No fragrance. The symbol of the purity of hope, of new life, of the everlasting spark of joy. They stood and shed their clothing and stepped away, peeling it like old snake skin and leaving it behind. Turning they faced each other and with a natural sponge, they quietly and reverently cleaned each other in warm water.

As the cleansing made it’s way across her flesh she was aware of everything. The scent of the red and green candles, her nipples hardening in the cooling air how her own hand on his chest trembled slightly and the Goosebumps showing. She enjoyed the feel of his hands across her shoulders, her spine, her lower back, her ass and as the wet sponge made it’s way between her thighs her entire being arched into him.

Her own digits wrapped around his manhood, and she pulled him closer. Tonight, they symbolized the God and the Goddess. Slowly as they washed away the fear and failures of the year past, they brought on the moment of purity. La petite Mort. The small death. Orgasm. Winter was, the small death in the wheel of the seasons. Orgasm was, the only time when we as humans, were closest to purity, to Love. The transparency of the moment when closing their eyes, together they felt, from the simple gesture of cleaning one another, of caressing, of holding, pulling, jerking … the ripples of ecstasy flow though them.

The floor was wet, their bodies as well, heaving, arching, rupturing in pleasure – in one blissful moment his white semen surged forward with a deep guttural growl. Her own body responded with a flow of clear liquid. For a split second, they were united in the white, unadulterated light. Back on earth, with flushed cheeks, they finished cleaning each other in breathless silence.

Walking on slightly shaking legs she turned the heat back on. As of today the days would get longer, the slow progress towards spring, summer and fall would start anew.

She turned to see him standing in his naked glory. Her man, her love, her God. Handing her a glass of Champagne he pulled her in for a kiss, deep and passionate.

“May this year fill your heart with the ever lasting spark of hope and joy my love”.

And they fell to the floor and melted into each other anew.

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Happy Winter Solstice everyone … I invite you to share in the comment box your own take on the ritual on this most wonderful of Sabbaths! I’m curious to see what you come up with … go on … don’t be shy! How would you do it?
 
 
 
 

 

December 21, 2009 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , | 22 Comments

Rain Drop-let

droplet mindIt’s raining. It should be snowing but the temperatures are above seasonal this year. I sit in an overstuffed chair by the fireplace looking out the large bay window onto an empty street. Not a soul stirs, not even the usual stray cats. I’m reading, or trying to, but my attention wavers and I can’t concentrate on my book. It doesn’t have enough substance, the story line weak and the writing mediocre. I look out again, at the dismal landscape and I am overcome by this sense of loneliness.

I feel very much like the rain drop that somehow managed to circumvent the large front porch roof and hit the glass pane before my eyes. It’s so alone, streaking slowly down the dusty surface. Another drop hits the window its velocity far greater, b-lining for the first one still lazily, patiently making its way down. The two drops intersect and merge, suddenly there … for only a moment… they remain thus hanging, hovering defying the laws of gravity. Then together they plummet, plunge and dive giddy in their union and disappear from my view.

I close my eyes, becoming that first droplet. I imagine the frightful fall from my familiar cloud. I imagine that strange gust of wind that changes my destination beyond my control. I imagine the pain as I smash into the bay window. I see myself slowly walking, stunned and lost down a dusty road. As I walk I feel my senses come back to me. I hear a bird sing in the distance, I notice the grass on the edge of the road is dry but still alive. I think back on my long journey and lost in thought I don’t see the path up ahead cutting mine horizontally; I don’t hear the sound of the oncoming car.

Suddenly wheels screech, an engine hums and dies and the smell of burning rubber fill’s my nose. My hand reaches out in an automatic reflex at the blinding glint of sun reflecting of metal. My fingers resting on the burning chrome grill, I steady myself. I hear a door open, I look up and there standing before me, is my hearts desire. A combination of worry and anger etched on his face. We stare. He stops in his tracks. His lips move as if trying to say something, his eyes searching mine and looking for some hidden memory in the vaults of his mind. Time stands still for an instant. Recognition or love entwined reunited through time.

No need for introductions we know who we are. He walks quickly towards me, wrapping his arms protectively around me, supportive. “Are you alright?” I nod. I am now.

Standing on my toes, raising my head to his I bring an arm around his neck and pull him down for our lips to meet. We kiss. Long and sweet an all-encompassing embrace that triggers memories lost of our past lives. Reluctant we part a moment. He looks at me as a smile slowly curls the edge of his mouth and he lifts me up, placing me on the hot hood of the car. 

Oblivious to the stinging of my skin from my nearly scalding perch,  forehead to forehead we take in the moment, our breaths caught in our lungs, we are barely able to breath. “I found you” he whispers… a sentence that barely makes sense. I press myself to him wanting to erase lifetimes without his presence from my lonely bones and heart.

His hands glide up my thigh, lingering a moment near my ass, fingers firmly pressing, digging in a little, getting a good grip. It feels so good. I kiss him again with more passion giving him the ok.

My skirt is short and flimsy, offering little in the way of resistance. My blouse low-cut with tiny buttons offering his right hand a challenge in dexterity. One pops open and the blouse falls off one shoulder and his fingers follow hungrily to the cleft between my breasts. He circumvents the small hurdle that is my “balcony” style bra and his hand dips into the cup and scoops my breast slowly, reverently. My leg’s part, allowing him into my personal space even more, he takes a small step forward in response to my invitation.

I feel light headed as our breath runs wild, our kissing eager. He moans deeply as my pelvic bone rubs and grinds into his jean protected crotch. I can feel his heat, his bulge, his desire. I moan myself as I feel the electric tingle intensify as I squeeze my inner walls aching for the fill of him. My clit is bulging outside the protective, defensive barricade of my lower lips, every movement, now, a caress as the fabric of my soaked undies rubs with the rocking back and forth of my hips. His hand finds its way to my cunt, expertly as if he’s known me for centuries and starts a slow and hard figure eight on my clit. My entire body trembles and I hear myself beg “more ….”.

He lowers himself then, his soft warm lips following the same trail his hands had blazed across my flesh. Wet tongue flicks and then follows suit and the small, hard, figure eight resumes against my clit but with the added intensity of the intimacy of oral sex and the heat of his breath. His finger slides inside and starts a gentle simultaneous come hither motion. My head falls back and I collapse on the hood of the car, giving up any pretence of composure.

My head is reeling as emotions and sensations course through and awaken my body. I slide of the edge of the car and find myself face to face with his crotch. He has managed to pull of his belt but that’s all. I undo the button; I carefully pull down the zipper. I pull on the pant leg and watch the white expanse of his underwear bulge in front of my eyes in a pleasing way as his jeans fall in a dark pool of denim around his ankles. I find the opening in his tighty whities and pull his shaft out. The sun is out, and I watch as a single drop of precum appears on the tip like a clear pearl, a rain drop.

I look up into his eyes and his gaze is filled with intense desire, passion and strangely, the knowledge of who we are beyond our names and current bodies. I close my eyes then, breath him in, the scent of him, luxuriate in his presence, in the display being presented on this dusty country road. My mouth opens, my tongue wets my lips … I open my mouth wider still, cradling his balls in one hand and pulling him in closer with the other hand behind a thigh, I plunge and take it all in.

His knees almost buckle. The waiting and anticipation is getting to him. The warmth, the moisture, the suction, the rhythm, the sight of me, my breasts sitting outside my bra, my skirt around my waist, my hand playing with the folds of my inner most self, the sun in my hair … release, pull back, release, pull back…. Drops of saliva slide down my chin and drip drop into the dry soil along with my moisture. The sandy dirt begging as loudly for the wetness as his hot cock is begging for release in my mouth. He tenses and I stop.

I stand and lay back on the car, pulling him towards me. His cock is poised at the right height as I lift one leg up and place it on his shoulder. My finger never leaving my clit, he has an open passage before him.

He groans as he fights to not come just from the sight. The heat of his body against mine is almost unbearable. I feel it then, the pressure of his cock head against my slick cunt. There – on the brink – he pauses and holds. We stop breathing a moment. He presses slowly, but lingers at the entrance, slowly … so slowly the walls give way easily but the penetration is barely occurring. I can’t feel the rim of his pulpy head inside. The sensation is blissful and we savour it as my finger continues its little crop circles on my clit. I lift and he leans in and he takes me, fully, deeply and utterly. Tears of joy flow from my deep blue eyes and as they fall on the car, sizzle away in the heat. He pulls out and my fingers almost loose rhythm, we steady and start anew. He enters, I lift and press in, his hand holds me steady, my leg holding his weight, he pulls out, I circle on my clit… repeat.

We dance like this under the sun, on the deserted road for an eternity and a moment in time. The giddy frenzy comes upon us; we lose ourselves in the sensations of our union. Our breath catches, he tries to hold off and yet … I come and as my flood gates release and the damn is broken and he witnesses the total abandon of my body and my soul, he pumps a little harder, a slight aggressive deepness, the tingle in his balls causes a tensing in his core… and for a moment time stands still … hanging, hovering defying the laws of gravity suspended in time and we plunge together into the crazy free fall of ejaculation and orgasm.

He collapses over me, his half hard member still inside. Catching our breath we start to chuckle as the smell of evaporating sex juices hits our nostrils. He pulls up his pants, I pull down my skirt, button my blouse; he helps me with the last of the tiny buttons between kisses. He takes a step back, holds out his hand and says “come…” and I do.

© Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or
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November 3, 2009 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, romance, Sensual | , , , , , , , | 26 Comments

Fresh Paint

The key turned in the door, it opened and there they were. The freshly painted walls of a small but well laid out apartment. The view of the city’s skyline was breathtaking as the sun set with all the over-the-top flare of a cheesy romance novel.

It was as if nothing stood between me and the large river, the trees and the hustle and bustle of the crowd below as I looked down on the tiny ants that were the people going about their business on the sidewalk. Top floor exhilaration. Even if it wasn’t a penthouse, somehow this bird’s-eye view of the world made it feel more special and the unobstructed vista made the small space seem larger.

I made my way to the window, drawn like a moth to a flame by the scenery displayed in the warm orange glow, and stood in front of the window just soaking it all in. I heard the door th-thunk behind me in a pleasant yet firm manner, a jingle of keys on the counter, some geese in the sky practicing their flight pattern squawked and I smelled your gentle cologne moments before your arms wrapped around my waist. “Welcome home“. I smiled as your warm voice and tender words soaked through and started too knead away at the built up tension in my shoulders from days of stress.

It had been a long journey to get here with so many ups and downs and such tremendous uncertainty. Highs and lows had become our new normal. But we had made it.

There was still no furniture. We had bought it all but it had yet to be delivered by the multiple distributors. Much of what we owned was still in storage. I took it all in. These bare walls. Strangely even without a stitch of our personalities to adorn them the place did indeed feel like home.

I leaned back, trusting you with my full weight and just stood with you for many long minutes. I marveled that we were already so comfortable with each other that long drawn out silences weren’t awkward. Your lips found the soft spot near my ear and you kissed me pulling me in and a little up into you. For a moment I was overwhelmed by the deep love emanating from my heart and yours and that little doubt in my head in my mother’s voice “this shit doesn’t happen in real life wake up and smell the coffee!” was silenced. You hugged me as if sensing my internal release.

It took all of 2 minutes to walk around the place when we got to it. It had a small bedroom, living room, den and bathroom and a galley kitchen opening onto the living area. But everything was high end, the hardwood floors clean and the fixtures brand new. This wouldn’t be our final home but for now it would do. It would do very nicely.

Playfully I blitz stripped and let my clothing fall in a pile on the kitchen floor and started running around arms up in the air, my breasts thus lifted I shouted “running naked in the apartment!! Running naked in the apartment!! Running nak….” your own nude body collided with mine as you stood in my way. I giggled and dropped to the floor and took your erect penis in my mouth and sucked.

Not feeling very serious about it all, I moaned in a dramatic act that you knew was my way of poking fun at the porn industry. It included giving you bedroom eyes with an exaggerated fluttering of the eyelashes. You grinned, then laughed and picked me up off the floor. “Oh you….” I kissed you to stop the “cheeky monkey” from escaping your mouth.

Three steps and you had me on the kitchen counter. We had talked about this so often. The only thing missing was the sushi for you to eat off my body. Some day, some day soon. For now you let your hand glide over my stomach. I felt as if I was on an altar and yours to take as you would. Your fingers lingered over my breasts and you pinched my nipples a little harder than needed. My back arched up as I squeaked my surprise.

You leaned over, I watched in admiration the long sinewy muscles of your body, and I reached out and let my digits trail your tendon and muscle definition. You turned me on. Lost in the visual feast that is you, I was almost surprised when your full and warm lips parted me below and you took my clit between your teeth. I moaned and let go of the worries of my life.

Lost in the corporal pleasure of our play I did not even notice you shift from cunnilingus to full on penetrative sex. I don’t know if the lack of décor made the world around me a blank canvas, or the joy of us having our own place was more of an aphrodisiac than I had thought possible, but whatever the reason lost is the only word left to describe the moment. I knew not my body, or mind. I wasn’t me or thinking or concentrating … I was lost in the ecstasy. I came hard.

Dazed, you pulled me off the countertop and laid me down on the hardwood floor. It was … hard. But in the stupor of my afterglow it was a bed of down feathers. Your head on my lap and mine on yours, curled in a ball like a ying and a yang, we relaxed. We didn’t speak. There was no need. We dosed.

I found myself looking in great detail at your member. Its happy little tired head flopped against your inner thigh. I couldn’t resist, I reached out and caressed it lovingly. Before long it was back at attention and we started making love again. But comfort became an issue. No matter what we did, knees, elbows, or in my case some serious hardwood burn, would halt the pleasure. With a sweep of your hand you raised us both and walked us towards the bathroom.

The restroom was disproportionately large for such a small apartment. It was in fact a selling point. No cramped little space. The main feature was the 3 mirrors above the very large counter. The one’s on each end were at an angle following the odd curve of the wall. The result, I soon found out, was that once I was flat on my stomach with my one knee cocked and on the counter as well, the kink in the reflective surfaces meant that we could both see our love making at almost every angle.

At first I was shy about it; not liking to see my own face and expressions reflected so. But when I saw your body flexing and moving in the rhythm of your penetration, the in and slow out of your shaft entering and leaving my cunt, it was like watching us as the leads of our own porn. The entire situation sent me over the edge over and over again.

You plunged deep, deep inside of me. We watched as your prick disappeared and reappeared. I observed through glazed eyes as an orgasm hit my own body. Your core engaged and you curved inwards, your head flipped back, your butt cheeks clenched and I could almost see the tingling, erotic arousal that made your cock-head feel hotter with each movement. Cum poured from your flared tip with long, tired pumps. Your eyes closed and you inhaled as your hose drained the newly built load in tandem with your slow growl of pleasure.

You collapsed on me, our eyes met in the mirror and we both smiled, and then laughed.
I’ll get the camera phone” … and off you went excitedly.

Oh yes, this was home.

October 2, 2009 Posted by | erotica, Not the bedroom, romance, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , , , | 17 Comments

Part II – Cottage Country

Startled at the man’s reaction, one hand on his softening manhood, frozen in place like a deer caught in the headlights; David couldn’t go far with his shorts still around his ankles. He hastily fumbled to make himself decent. Sue drew a sharp breath and took a step back hitting her head on a low branch. Yet … neither left, eager for the last moments of magic. They stood mutely in the shadow of the large tree watching the scene draw to a close.

The man stepped away from the table and offered his hand to his lover. She extended hers and, holding her gently, he pulled her upright so that she sat with her legs dangling off the edge of the picnic table.

Her body was resplendent in the moonlight. David noted that even though she was now upright, her breasts remained firm, forgotten by gravity. Her silhouette was stunning. With her laying on the table he had not been able to fully appreciated how her hip to waist ratio was in fact almost too perfect for words. If he hadn’t known better he would have sworn she was airbrushed. He shook his head feeling once again inadequate as he gazed at this couple and the scene very much like one from ancient mythology; the Gods having chosen the woman they wanted and consumed by desire they had found a way to become one with her.

They moved with such grace that even as they held each other for a moment the atmosphere was still highly charged. The Lady in question pulled her summer dress to cover her modesty and the “God” hiked up his shorts breaking the illusion at last with this very human gesture. The definition of his torso somehow exaggerated by the exertions, however, was something that could not be ignored, and David felt a pang of annoyance as he heard Sue draw in a breath of appreciation. Then, he gave himself a mental slap on the back of the head for the hypocrisy of that emotion.

A few moments later, the spell somewhat broken, David relaxed his grip on Sue’s hand and despite the cool of the evening, their hold was slippery with perspiration. Sue turned and standing on tip toe whispered into his ear. “Come on, let’s go. I think he saw us …. and we need to get back to Gemma .” She led him carefully towards the path and they walked silently to their cottage; their minds full of what they had just witnessed.

At the foot of the verandah she went ahead of him and stopped on top of the steps, turning so she was on a level with him for once. She looked him straight in the eyes, his warm kind eyes, and lifted her hands to hold his face. She leaned and gently kissed him on the lips. David responded, his hands on her small waist pulling her closer, his own mouth working and savoring the taste of her on his own. He breathed in deeply, enjoying, that now familiar perfume, they had bought together at the duty free shop just a few days ago.

They kissed a little longer, their tongues softly darting and entangling with each other’s. She moved her arms so they wrapped around his neck and leaned against him, trusting him with her weight. He pulled her closer, his hands now on the soft flesh at the top of her legs and only the thin linen of her dress separating them. She desperately wanted to feel his touch on her. She hesitated for a moment before jumping up, lifting herself one leg at a time, so she could wrap them tightly around his waist. There was something about the gentle giant in him she had begun to fully appreciate.

They had tried only twice to make love. The first time had been a disaster as Gemma had woken in a nightmare and by the time they had calmed her down the moment had passed. But it had been good to fall asleep and wake in the morning together. Having a toddler in the house, however, meant there was little opportunity for anything first thing in the morning.

The second time had been a little more successful. They had not been interrupted but David hadn’t managed to deal with penetration. His guilt at being with “another woman” had overwhelmed him. He was so depressed about not being able to see it through that it had stopped any further attempts.

But somehow this time felt different. They were both relaxed, with no risk of being interrupted, except perhaps by the night life, and they were both greatly affected by the scene they had witnessed. His kisses began to feel more urgent and his hands tugged at the material of her dress. Sue shuddered with excitement, her eyes closed, her mouth moist, her tongue swirling and teasing over his. His fingers circled close to the fine trimmed hairs and she willed him to be a little more adventurous. She purred as they kissed and this seemed to be enough as his fingers slipped inside the cotton and elastic of her panties and found her yielding and damp edges. It had been sometime since she too had experienced such erotic sensuous attention and the stimulation seemed to open a flood gate.

She broke off kissing his mouth and as she pecked and licked his left ear she softly whispered to him that if he carried on like that she would quickly loose it. She wanted them to have that special moment. He nodded silently and taking one step at a time with her still wrapped around him, his left hand holding her ass in place, he walked up and across the verandah to the cottage door. He found the handle and gently opened it and carried her through.

The fire was still gently crackling and emitting its soft light bathing the room in a romantic glow. David thought briefly of how imprudent it had been to leave Gemma and this fire behind. He chastised himself internally nearly ruining the moment.

He shook his head … and kneeled by the blaze and let Sue lay on the rug. Her eyes bright, and sparkling, never for a moment looking away. Her hand smoothed away furrows that had developed on his forehead. “Come here my sweet” she said softly, as she pulled him so he lay next to her. She unbuttoned the front of her dress and took his hand so that he cupped her breast. They were small, with what David thought, was the most lovely slope to the tip of perky and slightly over large nipples. In their succulent perfection they begged to be sucked. Hungrily he wrapped his mouth around one and did so.

Sue let out a moan … low and guttural. David was certain that she was almost ready to come. He slowed his endeavors wanting, like her, to let the moment be one they would never forget.

He took great, slow pleasure in undressing her, then himself. They enjoyed the exploration of their bodies by the soft warm glow of the fire. Hands shook a little, and sighs were dished out in spades. Sue could not ignore the large and “demanding attention” presence between David’s thighs. She noted again, with a certain amount of appreciation and apprehension, the girth of his shaft. Her tiny frame and his giant one might prove to be a challenge.

David’s hands ran up and down Sue’s back, getting comfortable in the simple joy of being nude together. “Happy naked time.” Sue giggled … quoting Gemma from a few days ago. David’s deep and honest chuckle finally destroying the last barrier left standing between them. He hovered over her now, slowly going down … down… in a trail of soft but urgent kisses. Her thighs opened a little further as he reached the sweet spot and lifted her ass off the carpet bringing her to his lips as if to drink from a chalice. The gesture so reverent Sue’s breath caught in her lungs her body trembling.

He parted her further with his tongue, lowering her back down. She was so drenched she knew her fluids would leave a healthy wet spot. He placed himself between her legs, his member hovering over her small, yet aching entrance and freezed. She bit her lip. “The point of no return” he whispered … her small hands reached for his hips, guiding him a tiny bit closer. He looked down at her. His eyes were filled with tears, a look of utter pain and pleasure writ across his face. Sue held still … very – very still. Waiting for him to be ready.

David’s mind was going a thousand miles an hour. He hovered. His desire almost as painful as the ache in his heart. He finally looked outwards from himself to Sue. Their eyes connected again. He saw all the compassion and tenderness in her, he felt her petite hands holding him. The heat from her crotch a welcome like he had never known. She smiled, nodded …. She understood. She was waiting … he wanted this ….. Her hand pulled him in infinitesimally closer.

She is so beautiful there, open to me, vulnerable yet strong in her patience. She’s a woman I can love … she’s a woman I do love . The realization hit him hard, and in that moment, all guilt disappeared.

Sue noticed a shift in his expression and body language. Her heart swelled as she saw in him that he had at last let go and he was now hers. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing, and she tried to hold back the sob threatening to take over. She pulled him in, wanting to lose herself in the throws of their union. He complied at last. The wide and thick head of his penis finally touched her, she pushed up, lifting to accommodate. He was still hard, very hard and eager. He pushed, almost violent in the penetration but stopped as she let out a whimper.

Afraid of ripping her, David slowed down. He pushed in, waited. Pushed further and waited. A little further and waited. Sue was so wet that the only friction was from the incredible tightness of the fit. It felt so good he almost lost it right then and there. The waiting was as much for him as it was for her to adjust to his girth. Finally he was in, all the way to the hilt. He pulled back gently, and the moan of pleasure that filled the room came from them both.

He made love to her then. Slow and steady. He watched her carefully. Marveled at the abandon she showed, the pleasure that was so obviously being had. She made him feel like the king of all men as she wiggled, and sighed and arched her back to take him – all of him – in. He couldn’t hold much longer but tried. It had been so long, the feeling was so intense he realized that he just could not stop the tidal wave from crashing, the tsunami from hitting and in a roar of almost rage and desperate violent cry for life he thrust deep within her and came.

She screamed from pain and joy as she joined him moments later and the two forgot about neighbors, strangers, Gemma in the next room, the past and the world around them. For a moment time was suspended and the only thing real was the pleasure being given and received.

He collapsed next to her, and grabbed her to keep them connected and buried his face into her small frame and cried. Large tears of release, erased what seemed like an eternity of pain. And he found himself drowning now in the promise of new happiness, of new beginnings.


© Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or
duplication of this material without express and written permission
from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts
and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to
Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk with appropriate and specific
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July 23, 2009 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, romance, Sensual, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 18 Comments

Part I – Cottage Country

David sat in his chair, enjoying a glass of single malt whiskey, letting the light of the fire play on the liquid, turning it different shades of amber. Beauty could be found anywhere he mused. It was a lovely summer evening, the stars were out, the sky bright after a day of sunshine. It was perfect. Even a cool breeze afforded some relief from what could have otherwise been an oppressively hot night.

He had built a small fire in the hearth, more for ambience than heat. He sat there looking at the young woman across from him dozing, and listened to the loons cry out as the sun set. It made him chuckle, reminding him of that final scene of The Walton’s, like listening to a roll call. It was beautiful, eerie and familiar. He’d been listening to that sound every summer for the last forty years. It never stopped getting to him; tugging at his heart. It was his reason for coming here year after year and leaving London and the UK behind for a full two months and why he had never had the heart to sell his parents cottage.

Things had changed little over time in this place. In fact he and his family were more or less the newbie’s to the area with many cottages having been handed down from generation to generation. He knew his neighbors’ well and they all knew him. They knew his little girl, Gemma, now fast asleep in the room next door, and of the tragic death of her mother in childbirth. They had helped as much as they could, mostly by staying away and giving him the space he needed.

He had been replaying in his mind, the series of events that was the whirlwind that had brought Sue to join him here so unexpectedly this summer. He looked at her, shaking his head, amazed. He had met her only weeks ago, feeding the ducks with his little one in the park after work one day. He was remembering the look on her face as he had presented her with the plane tickets, when he heard a scream from next door.

The properties were not close to one another, the sound therefore startled him out of his reverie quickly. He knew the place was often rented out to city folk looking to “play country cottage” for a weekend and as such, the tenants often did not know the “ins and outs” of country living. This was the real forest. Things here could be dangerous.

He decided to go and investigate – just in case. After all, if he let out a scream like that he’d hope for someone to come and check on him. He woke Sue and sprayed on some extra bug repellant, grabbed the baby monitor and left the cottage in direction of the racket. He walked carefully, kicking himself for not thinking to bring a flashlight along, pulling on Sue’s tiny hand behind him. He saw the glow of a large bonfire a few hundred feet away and walked towards it. The closer he came the more he heard the noises. Low moans and occasional screams. He suddenly wasn’t sure if he should be approaching unarmed. He signaled for Sue to wait there and walked ahead.

He ventured closer to the property line and, crouching to get under a large branch he spotted them and froze. Taking a step back he shook his head, trying to get rid of the image that was branded there forever but couldn’t . He wanted more… wanted to see more. Slowly, he nestled lower and lifted the branch just enough to afford him a better view. As he did so a loud moan filled the air again. Sue startled him as she put her hand on his shoulder and crouched down next to him to see what had caught his attention. He felt strangely excited, knowing that “they” were ignorant of his presence. He looked at Sue’s face for a moment, her jaw had dropped and her tongue licked her lips and a small smile crossed her face. With that stamp of approval he took in the scene before him.

There “they” were, two lovers, in the most unusual light. The cold white moon bathing them from above and the warm red and orange glow from the fire lighting them from below. He saw the man first, could not look away. He was tall, lean and all muscle. Thick hair on his head and no place else, with a swimmers body and a large cock that was slamming into a woman he so obviously adored. His ass, clenching and relaxing as he impaled her in perfect harmony with the sound of the wooden picnic table creaking under the strain of the two of them, the sexy sound of the slap slap slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the clearing. The man’s eyes were locked on his lovers, utterly focused. His virility was almost intimidating.

He held her legs over his shoulders, his face at times turning to kiss a dainty foot resting there on his strong and defined muscles. His rhythm was fast but steady, this was no dash to the finish line, he intended to make her squirm… and she did.

Her beautiful face, with large, almond shaped eyes, reflecting the night back at her partner, was a study in love. David had seen that look before; his throat tightened at the memory. He remembered what is was like to be loved like that. He suddenly felt guilty for watching and a pang of jealousy filled his heart. Loneliness followed. Just then, Sue’s hand hovered over his, hesitant a moment and then took it firmly and gave it a squeeze. He turned to see her looking at him – she knew and he felt a swell of affection for her fill that void. He nodded, squeezed her hand back and gave her a big, wicked grin. She smiled in return as they continued to observe.

The woman lay on the picnic table that almost seemed like an altar, her long hair falling in a cascade of curls off the edge, like Rapunzel throwing it down to her prince. Her breasts were free of the small summer dress that had at one point been buttoned up and now lay open revealing the soft sun kissed flesh below. Two fully blossomed breasts held firm, solid ground as they hovered with their pointed, pink nipples capping each end. David’s mouth watered as he imagined the succulent, soft flesh of the two glowing mounds under the lapping of his tongue, the sucking of his lips. Her stomach was flat and strong, but not skinny like those magazine models. She had that softness that made a man melt. Her legs were long and muscular, and would tense as the pleasure coursed through her.

David’s eyes followed the curve of her slender, supple waist, the mounding swell of full hips and the uppermost half of two round, glaring white, tender buns. He could not stop looking at her ass. It was spectacular, there really was no other word for it. He found himself entranced by it’s sight. As her partner moved inside her, as they gazed at one another, the movement and rhythm would change the lighting. One moment cool moonlight the next fire hot… angels or demons – not so obvious. David reached down into his pants. His erect penis, straining in his jeans, twitched, and his legs tightened. He released his own flared and hard cock and wrapped it in the familiar grasp of his hand; biting his lip to keep from moaning himself.

He continued to watch the scene unfolding before him, knowing it was wrong but staying anyway. Sue had followed suit and was masturbating quietly having found a tree trunk to lean against for support. David realized his knees were getting tired and found a log and made himself comfortable. He and Sue exchanged a grin that said it all: Their fault for doing it outdoors – and being so bloody loud about it !

The man was sweating now coating his spectacular body and letting it shine in the light. He looked more like one of those Gods from mythology than a man; and here he was claiming one of the human beauties as his own or in sacrifice. With a hand on each side of her hips, he slowly and carefully fired his cock inside with quick, deep thrusts. She trembled and twisted her ass in gleeful reception. Deeper, deeper he pushed, liquid oozed down and David swore he saw a few glimmering drops fall off the edge of the wooden slab.

She bent more, bringing her knees to her head, and reached back to grab his swinging sack of testicles with her hand. She rolled them tenderly in her fingers as he sent his member into wet lips through the foaming juices around the rim of her cunt. Her beautiful face started to contort into different facial expressions bordering between pain and pleasure, her moan filled the forest and got louder and louder. The bats overhead seemed to fly in harmony with her song. Then she screamed loud, total and her body arched, her back lifting right off the table as her lover screamed her name to the heavens and flung his head back in animal ecstasy as his climax joined hers and rose from the balls she held, semen coursing upward into the lengthy rod and burning its way to burst from the end to claim her fully with his seed.

At that moment David spilled his own onto the forest floor. Holding his breath so as to not make a sound. He looked down at the puddle glistening in the moonlight – then at Sue, whose flushed face spoke of release. His heart thumped in his ears. He looked up one last time and saw the lovers entwined, now whispering sweet words to each other. The woman’s eyes still closed her breathing still labored her arms around her man‘s neck possessively. Just then, the man turned his head ….. Looked straight at David… raised an eyebrow and smiled before turning back to his lover and kissing her with passion as his flaccid penis left her warmth and dribbled the juice of their love making onto the soil below.

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July 18, 2009 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, romance, Sensual, Voyeur | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 23 Comments

Quickie

 

There’s always that smell in the air. Every tanning salon, regardless of company logo, has it. That mixture of heat, sunscreen and sun kissed flesh. It isn’t an unpleasant odor. In fact for years, in the long winter months it’s all that I needed to make me feel warm in an instant, taking me for a moment to whatever sunny destination captured my fancy.

I walked in and up to the desk, gave my name to the pretty little blond with overly large breasts and a lip glossed pout. When did those working around me get to be younger than I? And did I ever seem a child in a woman’s body like that? I briefly remembered when everyone seemed older and the folly of wanting to be their age – wishing my life away with impunity. What a fool indeed. I sighed, feeling a little down. To add insult to injury, the sun bed I wanted was going to be a 25 min wait.

Annoyed but not surprised, I made my way to the seating area where I pulled out my blackberry and began working. God I hate waiting for a tan. I sensed a familiar scent, above the one of the salon and caught you in time to see your face light up, and a smirk cross your lips. You had been watching me for a while by looks of it and derived a great deal of pleasure in having been able to openly spy on me. I grinned back and raised an eyebrow. “What you doing here?” you just shrugged your shoulders and replied “ looking for you …. Bored?” I nodded and told you that I had another 20 min wait and was grateful for your company.

“I have something else in mind” you whispered as you walked away from me and slowly opened the door to the towel storage room where I knew they also stored the tanning lotion bottles clients left behind with neat little name tags labeling them. I had often giggled at the idea of those little silent soldiers all in a line on their shelves, waiting patiently for the return of their owner, mine included. I could hear the sound of a washer or dryer going.

You stood in the doorway, looking at the otherwise empty waiting area and pulled your shirt off in one sweeping gesture. Your handsome chest and shoulders now exposed, you walked into the little room and made a come hither gesture that I could not misinterpret. “You can’t be serious?” I blurted out. The only response I got was your smile. I got up and half ran to join you. The door shut behind me and I looked at you in the small and hot space.

Perspiration was starting to form on your skin giving you a glow. I did not move finding myself uncertain. What if a person walked in? What if they needed some clean towels? Or a client wanted their lotion? But all those fears left my mind when I felt your hands on my face, my head tilt upwards and your soft lips crush mine. The desire in the gesture was so overwhelming that I forgot how to breath. My knees gave way as I stood there dumb and deaf to the world outside of that kiss.

Wetness flowed freely from within, my own desire now awake in your arms. The feel of your chest against the palm of my hand, the weight of your body leaning and pushing me against the closed door, the softness of your skin, the smell of you in my nostrils. I wanted you and I wanted you now. Inhibition melted away like honey left out in the sun on a hot summer day. There was little time to waste with foreplay. I turned around, bent over, and exposed my rear to you. You unceremoniously pulled my panties down and as I let my hand slide to my clit and start the slow build up, you undid your own zipper and pulled your member out. Within moments I could feel the tip of your head slowly parting the tender lips of my cunt and with a well practiced stroke you buried yourself in me. A moan escaped my lips, covered by the sound of the washer you continued to rock in and out. Your hands caressed and wandered a moment over my ass, the view a thrilling one.

There I was still in my suit, my jacket on the floor discarded like dirty laundry, my shirt still tucked in and skirt wrapped around my waist like an extra wide bow and the satin flesh just glistening in the half dark. You looked down and you could see yourself enter, then disappear between the folds. One moment there, the next gone with only the sensation of warm, slickness to remind you of the task at hand. That feeling of being buried deep within me the most thrilling of all. I could feel my clit getting harder and starting to bulge, but was far from release when the sound of your own breath filling the small space told me this quickie would indeed be quick.

We fell into a rhythm, the washer giving us the beat to follow, not breaking that staccato, driving you, driving me, driving us… as the cycle changed and sped up so did your penetrating thrusts. The heat was intense, almost uncomfortable, the fear of being found out a marvelous aphrodisiac and the smell of our sexes in our noses … it was more than you could handle. Your hands ripped into my flesh, you grabbed my hips, pulled me into you as you thrust a last time and moaned out loud and spilled your seed inside of me. Breathless you half collapsed bracing yourself on the door above my head.

“Mrs Lillith??” I felt you hastily pull out, and watched your juice dribble to the floor. I leaned in and grabbed a towel and wiped as much of it up as possible tossed it in the large pile of dirty towels; pulled my skirt down, grabbed my tanning lotion and a clean towel, walked out … “Ah, Mrs Lillith, your bed is ready it‘s #6 ” I smiled, and nodded, went to the seat where I had left my bag as the pretty young thing walked away with swaying hips to care for new customers that had now arrived.

I sensed you moments before you put your arms around me shivered with pleasure as you whispered “What of you love?” I turned, kissed you on the lips … “Oh, 15 minutes is plenty of time to masturbate mon amour” and walked away grinning, ready for my tan.

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Time for a tan

June 24, 2009 Posted by | Beauty, erotica, Lust, Not the bedroom, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 30 Comments

Eating Head – Challenge

Bite Me!
Dear readers I have a challenge for you! Why? Because so many of you have a gift with words, and an appreciation for erotica. I also wanted to somehow engage those of you that have followed me so faithfully over the last few months; create a little fun, and make this a less passive activity for once!

In 2-3 paragraphs finish the story below!

(Please note: do not involve bestiality, rape, under age participants and so on … you get the drift!)

 

 

Challenge Ends May 16th, 2009

 

 

“…and yes, asparagus does alter the smell of urine.” I burst out laughing as I read the text message on my Blackberry. OMG … WTF?? He loved to do that, answer in a seemingly random way a question I had asked days earlier. It was his way of keeping things fresh and my days full of surprises. Or it was his way of making me remember certain moments? If that was the case it was working. I was suddenly filled with warmth at the memory of the simple task of making dinner with him three nights ago.

I have always enjoyed the day to day with my love. He has a zest for life, an appreciation for the small things and a playful spirit that makes all our common activities seem more like play than routine. It’s a gift. One I have come to love and depend upon. That night we had baked a salmon with lemon juice, cranberries and ripe tomatoes, and with our “no carbohydrates with or after dinner rule” the accompanying dish was asparagus.

I love asparagus. Everything about it really. The skinny ones you can eat raw, the thick ones you prepare and just sprinkle with a tiny bit of olive oil and sea salt. And the white ones, best when fresh and combined with a béarnaise sauce, are a particular favorite. The phallic shape certainly is sensual to say the least. In a vegetable porn star contest, I imagine asparagus would be my first nomination for the title.

Munching away on the skinny asparagus, I had been humming some mindless tune. I was enjoying the happy companionship of the moment. Abruptly, and startling me out of my reverie, objects and kitchen waste got tossed into the sink, and my lover grabbed me, nuzzled his nose into my neck and whispered,

“You are so damned sexy!”

I grinned, pushing my ass into his crotch.

“Yes, well it is one reason you love me …no?”

He smiled that big, happy smile and turned me around. I commandeered an asparagus, and let the head glide along those lips of his. He sucked on it, gently, before I let the legume slide between us, following the trail down his chest, the curve of his muscles under the t-shirt he wore. I kneeled, and pulled his pants off, carefully working it around his now erect penis. I kissed the hot head of his shaft, licked it, and let the cool, green, fleshy tip of the asparagus glide along the length of his member. I heard him moan as he looked down at me. I made eye contact, stopped and … looking him straight in the eyes…chomped the green tip right off.

I saw him wince.

“You’re such a damn tease …” he purred breathlessly.

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May 3, 2009 Posted by | erotica, Not the bedroom, romance, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , | 12 Comments