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Real World be Damned

What a horrid day. She walked the cold streets leading to her loft tired and beaten, feeling like it would have been best if she’d just stayed home, preferably in bed, and avoided the real world altogether.

Her boss had “lost it” in frustration over a project that had been stonewalled for political reasons and decided to take it out on her bandying about statements like “I can’t do everything you know” and “I am surrounded by idiots!” making her feel like she wasn’t pulling her weight, when she knew perfectly well she was. She had spent the day tip toeing around trying to either avoid him, or in some cases just deliver early on some smaller projects just to prove him wrong. In the end all she had managed to do was exhaust herself.

Then, the ex called and made a statement along the lines of them not seeing each other enough. Adding that he wanted to discuss where their relationship was going. A part of her didn’t understand the statement at all. No time to talk about us … what us? She had moved on and it was relatively obvious that they were headed for divorce. She couldn’t understand why this needed further discussion but hated that there was some veiled passive aggressive attempt to making her feel guilty. She had wondered if perhaps a lawyer might need to get involved sooner rather than later. She felt a pang of insensitivity towards the entire state of affairs. In all fairness to the man, he’d not seen this coming. That in itself was a massive issue between them, he had felt side swiped and she did regret that. She was also angry that he hadn’t heard her all those years when things could still be saved. Yes, she hated the entire thing. Good or bad – a loss was a loss. It was painful. For both of them.

As if that wasn’t enough, a cousin decided to finally vent a frustration that had been building up for years. The perspective had been totally different from hers. Although she could admit to some of the faults he had found in her behavior, his statements were over arching and unfair, so much so that she had fought back tears. Why did people feel that it was ok to vent via e-mail during work hours?

But who was she kidding? She’d done the same thing so many times. She supposed it was the entire captive audience approach. She made a mental note not to conduct herself that way in the future, as she kicked off her high heels and walked into the loft. Leaving behind her a trail of work garb she finally flopped down on the bed, indulging in a little self pity.

She had texted her Love to let him know. Giving him her emotional reaction as each event occurred. She felt terrible disturbing him. His high profile job was hard enough on him without some emotional girlfriend interrupting his day. Yet, she knew he’d be more offended if she didn’t. He had simply replied that she was obviously having a bad day, and that he was there for her if she needed him, for as long as she needed him. Wonderfully he did not offer to “fix” anything – only to be there – her strong shoulder to lean on. He had called to re-enforce the sentiment verbally and had met up with her for an afternoon coffee so she could vent a little.

She smiled. She admitted to herself that she did need him. Yes, she needed him and that was alright. She wasn‘t going to pretend to be tougher than she was. She wasn‘t going to pull some “feminist“ move and try dealing with it all on her own. No. She waited patiently for him to arrive, knowing that the moment his arms wrapped around her she’d feel safe and loved once again. She knew she had her failings, but somehow, his ability to see her faults and abnormalities as intriguing made life all the sweeter. She was strong, but with him she could break down, cry if need be and let her emotions loose. He was her safe haven.

She heard his unique footsteps in the hallway before the metal click of the keys in the door. Quietly he entered and put his things down, removed his shoes and without further delay came to find her on the bed. His face appropriately somber, he sat next to her and put his hand on hers. The floodgates opened and tears took over. Scooping her up like a child in his arms, he held her then. With him, and him alone, she wasn’t embarrassed to cry.

“Let it out love” were the only words he ushered. She did. After what seemed like forever but was likely only a few minutes he playfully swatted her bare ass.

“Now … what shall I make us for dinner – you hungry?”

She smiled. Damn she was lucky. He had likely had a long and grueling day – yet he was going to make them dinner and he had this habit of going about doing that in just his jeans or nothing at all. A habit she had no intention of breaking him from.

He started stripping off his work clothes. She stared at his body. The contours so familiar to her. Things about him she found unique and pleasing to her personal sense of esthetics. Not to mention comforting. He went to pull on his jeans when a whimper escaped her lips. He froze and looked at her … All she could do was, in a child like gesture, put out both arms and open and close her fists in a “I want I want” motion. He laughed and tossing his jeans aside, launched himself onto the bed with her.

She giggled as he tickled her, and his hands started their magnetic dance.

“That’s my resilient girl” he said with affection a half laugh still caught in his throat. One hand found a soft spot and the other tickled her side catching her in two places, one melting into him, the other squealing. Caught between woman and child.

His mouth silenced her. His soft and lush lips an unfailing pacifier. His hand lightly smoothed across the curves of her ass, and brought his fingers into hungry contact with the already flowing juices of her lower lips. She gasped and held his cock tightly as he kissed her neck. Her clit stood at attention, and he lightly pinched it.

She pushed forward driving her crotch against his cock, trying to mount the high-reaching shaft. She wanted to get lost, escape from it all, have her world reduced to this one space, filled with only him, and their intimacy. To have her universe pin pointed to one small spot of pure pleasure.

He pushed his cock-head into her slippery cunt. At first the hole resisted, then responded to give way, her body became erratic and started to wiggle under the pleasurable fill of his manhood. The wild abandon continued with feverish elevations until her legs tightened, she gasped for air, her fingers dug deeply into his flesh, pulling and urging his ass and thus him in deeper. Her cunt began to grip and spasm along the length of his driving hardness.

The feeling was more than he could handle, the burden of his semen threatened to pump out into the channels. He moaned as his deeply-imbedded cock grew hotter and finally they met, in a frenzy of mutually pleasurable climaxes.

A light grin on her face, she watched him clean up the “mess” and finally pull on his jeans. She felt better and was ready to dose off when her tummy grumbled in a most un-lady like way.

“So about dinner…”

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March 21, 2010 Posted by | Beauty, romance, Sensual | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 14 Comments

Le Manoir

THE CHALLENGE IS CLOSED!!!!

I was asked to break the tie. This was really really really difficult. First of all – I loved all entries. To add to the “problem” the one that would have gotten my vote without having to be a tie breaker was NOT one of the three (fun that! and I am NOT telling!) so I was left trying to figure out – How … HOW to choose??

But we have a WINNER! My vote goes to …

Silia!!

Why? At first I was going with Sir Anneal. After all I did ask for the darkest deepest not vanilla fantasy. But I know the man a tad and I’ve been to his site and … well… for Him this isn’t dark. In fact for him vanilla would have been!

Then WGB. I loved the way it was up-beat and fun and a fantasy of my own too! The Go-Go boots alone almost got my vote. But perhaps it was not dark enough a fantasy. After all – she’s BAD!!! Go to her site and you’ll see what I mean!

Silia. I know her a tad too – we did collaborate on a story together after all.  She’s more refrained and demure than most of you that visit me here. The fact that her and Thorn always visit together is fun – but he’s always more “out there” than she is. I found that for her – this fantasy must indeed fall in line with a darker “secret” side. And THAT was the point of the challenge. So I vote for her.

Silia … get in touch with me to organise your prize! and CONGRATS!!

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It’s a three way tie!!! On the surface Silia was a clear winner with WGB just up the … well a close close shave indeed! BUT …

Things are not as they appear! those “comment” votes really count! not to mention a few silent votes sent to my inbox directly.

So … now what?

WGB, Sir Anneal and Silia … I can break the tie for you …. or you split the prize (The highest hits for this story is the amount – the prize is $219).

What would you prefer?

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Readers: Go here for the details of this Challenge. Please make sure you enter a vote on the poll at the end of the post. If you comment, please state the writer to whom the comment applies.  

Basically you can cast 2 votes! 1)  with the poll 2) with a comment for your favorite entry.  You can split your votes up or double them for the same author! up to you!  The comments can break a tie!

May the best man or woman win!!

****
Leaning against the massive, ornately carved, marble fireplace; I carefully sipped from the small crystal glass a sweet elixir of unknown origin left to me by one of my many past suitors. Its flavor was exquisite and every time I had a glass I felt as if years had been lifted from me. A feeling that turned out to be real and long lasting. I sipped it carefully not wanting to overdo it and give away the secret to my agelessness.

I reveled in my young body. The corset I had on made my bosom heave most seductively, the men, and some women, in the room could only stare with intense desire. The deep teal and emerald chinoiserie of my satin kimono swished in a series of tiny claps and whispers and I turned to face the large, yet welcoming room, exposing my legs and bare feet as I flopped gracefully onto the chaise longue of my Salon.

A handsome young lad, in livery of the same hues, took my now empty glass and I petted his firm ass as he left causing the most pleasing blush to color his cheeks. I sighed. I’d have to replace him soon as he got used to me having my way with him. His charm was in his not quite submissive shyness. I was sure I’d find a fine home for him among my Ladies. Oh that lovely discomfort was all too ephemeral.

A young and voluptuous middle eastern girl settled behind me and started to coif my long and unruly curls into an intricate “do” for that evening’s gala. Her soft and supple fingers never pulled a hair, and the scent of jasmine and her warm body made her delectable. My shoulders now exposed, I relaxed… Ah yes, this one I’d keep in my service a long time.
A few regulars, that liked to stay at Le Manoire, were already assembled before me. Soon others would join. An air of debauchery hung between us from last night’s foray, most of my guests still languid and at ease. I tossed a subject out for today’s discussion:
“I have this fantasy” … All heads snapped up, eyes glistening and ears eager to hear more.

“One I have not heard, Duchess?” says my consort as he brushes his hand lovingly across the full expanse of my bosom and leans in to kiss the beauty mark on my right breast.
“Yes, even you don’t know this one …. Awww love… don’t look so hurt… allow me some air of mystery”. A snort or two emanate from our guests. It is my turn to blush.
“As I was saying ….” I continue with a coy smile and a raised eyebrow … I have this fantasy”. I stop, suddenly a little unsure, take a deep shuddering breath, showing a rare glimpse of the vulnerable side of me.

“ I am in a large box. A very large box, almost like a small room. All around me are holes. Poking out of the holes are penises of every size and race. Wrapped around them are gems, or money in form of …. Payment …..” The silence in the room shows the shock some are feeling. The idea of The Duchess as a paid whore doesn’t sit well with some. My consort’s hand steadies on my shoulder. I kiss his palm before continuing.
“I take the payments … or … offerings … and suck” I place my consort’s finger in my mouth and demonstrate. His breath hisses audibly across the room “ … suck so much cock and end up covered in cum from head to toe. They can see me and what I am doing on a small screen outside the box, but they remain anonymous to me. I only know them as an endless sea of shafts.” I spread my legs gracefully to show that just talking about this has made me so moist, that a small trail is glistening on my inner thigh and has wetted my satin under garment. I sit up. Then suddenly stand up flustered.

“How is it that we can fantasize about those things that would, in reality, actually turn our stomachs? Things we would never, no matter how free we are in our sexual selves, actually do. Things that are in direct violation with who we are and our moral code? Do any of you have such fantasies? Am I … alone in this?”

I close my eyes, and walk back to the fireplace waiting for the heavy silence to be broken by a brave soul willing to share…. It lingers, like the elephant in the room, as my guests grapple a moment with their darker side. I sigh and wait.

***
Panser Bjorn “Good gods, isn’t there anyone else here who’s willing to man up?” I growled into the stillness. Only more stillness in reply.

Shaking my head, I pushed away from the wall where I’d been leaning, whiskey glass in hand. “Are you people frightened to admit you’ve urges of your own?” I raked the crowd, still silent, with a scathingly contemptuous glare. “Our lovely hostess, the Duchess Lillith” – here I nodded at Fantasia graciously, and put a hand to the brim of my gray fedora in salute – “has seen fit to share herself with us, most deeply and revealingly. I would be remiss if I failed to answer her query.”

I strode forward, making my way through the tiny groups of people who still seemed dumbstruck by the things they’d heard. Downing the last of the whiskey, I set the glass on the tray still held aloft by Fantasia’s little house pet and came to a stop in front of the fireplace, and Fantasia. She was amused, I could see it in the tiny quirk of her lips, but she was also wondering what I might have to say for myself.

I tilted my hat at a slightly more rakish angle. Turning to face the room, I adjusted my double-breasted charcoal suit and burgundy tie. “I won’t waste time with introductions,” I began. “You know me, my fastidious nature, my taste for the finer things, the delicate and refined. So it may surprise you to hear that my own darkest fantasies involve the Beast that lies at the core of every man.”

I reached out to caress the cheek of a stunning Nordic blonde nearby. “The Beast is that part of me that wants to defile something pure and virtuous,” I continued. “To take an ice maiden such as this and possess her utterly. Invade her, take her ruthlessly and roughly, use her for my own pleasure.” The blonde shivered but my gaze held her captive. “To call her what she longs to be in her own little black heart – a filthy little slut who can’t get enough.”

Abruptly I broke eye contact and turned on my heel. “And then to leave her behind without a word of thanks or regret; I’ve taken what I wanted from her, after all.”

I glanced around, grinning wolfishly. “So. Who’s next?”

****
I saw her then, my dearest protégé, peal herself exquisitely from the wall to my left. The wall almost wept at loosing the contact with her, like a lover reluctantly letting go of an embrace. Oh, I had chosen well.

****
ukroadrunner: A girl of maybe 19 years makes her way to the front. She has a fair complexion, long auburn hair, and bright green eyes almost feline in their clarity. Her lips rosy and moist. Her soft curves are hidden by the single expanse of emerald green silk tied in a halter neck with an amber clasp.

She is athletic, slim, and long shapely legs support her supple frame. Her arms are slender but proportionate, unlike many of her young years who often resemble yearlings; limbs out of keeping with their developing bodies. She is elegant and holds herself with poise.

Despite the almost religious following both sexes give the Duchess, eyes from both begin to follow her around the room. Some recall recent events that had raised an eyebrow and more besides, from some members. Some recall her boundless energy, her erotic appetite, and an ability to bring out literally the best in all she is with.

She speaks with a polished English Home Counties accent and makes eye contact with her patron.

“Ma’am, I hope you, as well the others, will not consider it improper for one so young as I to venture my own fantasy into the discussion. My youth means, given the right circumstances, many of my fantasies may be fulfilled. I look forward to doing so within this very room and involving many of you.” She looks about the room smiling before returning to her hostess.

“There is one fantasy that I often dream and which makes me startle awake, leaving me breathless. In my fantasy I find myself entwined in naked passion with another whose beauty and sensuality is divine. Your guests watch as mouths and bodies repeatedly enjoy and taste of the others in a series of climax that leave us finally spent just as the dawn breaks across the eastern sky. During our encounter some of those watching, including many listening now, are so aroused that they can not hold back and find themselves touching and playing with their own bodies or of those standing and watching close by. As we have licked and sucked each other, the experience has been enhanced by their love juices that we have savored from the other’s body. In my fantasy the other person is none other than you, ma’am.”

****
I lean over, raising her delicate chin and place my lips on hers … such a simple fantasy, not so dark for those of us with more years. She shivers and I let my hand caress her breasts. Her eyes are luminescent. “Easily done beautiful one …. Perhaps sooner rather than later… yes?” I ask the room. The faces and expressions in response is like observing a pack of hungry wolves.

****
“How does a dream become a nightmare,” Smokedawg begins, “and how do those nightmares transform into something erotic, and then snare one’s mind?”

I catch the eyes of the many extravagantly arrayed women in the room, then those of a few of the men and finally the Duchess herself, who nodded in assent. Or perhaps support. Or maybe sympathy.

Loosening the neck of my silk shirt, I run my fingers down the leather lapels of my brocaded greatcoat.

“I have known many women. Taken them. Tasted them,” I said. “Playthings all.”

“I dreamed a year ago of a former lover, who spat in my face. A mild enough dream. Then a fortnight later, another who did the same. Two days after that, it took the flavor of a nightmare, as a maiden I had spitefully seduced tied me to a tree and spat in my open mouth as she ridiculed and struck me.”

“Three months later, my dreamtime lovers were kissing me, their mouths filled with spit, flowing over their lips and over my own and down my beard. And all the time, my cock as hard as jasper.”

“Four months ago, a more profound version of the dream took me awake, like a vision. The Countess Hermione D’Artur was there, wearing only satin gloves, smoking a cherry-scented cheroot and blowing her smoke extravagantly into my face, then into my mouth, sharing with me a most exquisite and fiery communion with her kiss. And then she forced to my knees, beneath the umbrella of her smoke, and motioned others to stand over me.”

“Every single woman I had ever lain with. They took their turns spitting upon me. One after another. Over and over. Some of them expelling staggering volumes of warm, slick saliva.”

“Minute upon minute of this, perhaps an hour, until I was dripping with their juices. Spit running down my naked back, between the cheeks of my ass, over my balls and cock, over my face and lips and into my mouth. Their spit baptized me, coated me, pooled beneath me in a warm and deep puddle until I sank down into it, pressed my manhood and face into it, and humped their moist disdain for me. As their hands stroked me, and pressed me more surely into the slick heat of it. Until I came, crying out for more, begging them to do it again.”

****
Wifegonebad “Excuse me, Duchess, I’d love to share a fantasy with everyone, but I’m having a difficult time thinking of something I wouldn’t do.” I said with complete earnestness, as the eye-rolling and snorts spread around the room I was fairly new to Le Manoire, and rather quiet, so no one had me pegged yet. I squirmed and pulled at the hem of my Gucci orange and red mini-dress and could feel the perspiration roll into my white leather Go-Go boots.

“Hush everyone,” demanded the Duchess. “Please continue.” I nod my thanks to her, take a deep breath, and begin.

“My Master comes up behind me in the kitchen and puts a blindfold over my eyes, clicks a leash onto my collar, and leads me on all fours through several rooms until we reach the library. Logs are burning in the fireplace, and I can smell cigarettes, and the hear the tinkling of ice in hi-ball glasses.

He pulls me up by my collar and lightly strokes my cheek and kisses me gently. He lays me down onto a narrow table and spreads my legs. I hear murmurs around the room and zippers being undone. Suddenly, a man begins rubbing the tip of his cock against my lips forcing them open, two men put their cocks in my hands, and another is putting my legs over his shoulders as he massages my clit with his rod. I am surprised when he pushes against my rosebud and shoves his way in. I release the cock from my mouth and yell, my Master comes to me, kisses my lips, and tells me that I’m being very, very good. I relax so that when the man enters me again the pain quickly turns into pleasure as he rides me hard. I begin again to suck and stroke cocks and their moans empower me. One man comes in my mouth, the others on my tits and face, and the man pounding my ass, fills me full. I’m trembling all over. More zippers are unzipped, some men move away, or change positions, and we begin again.”

I look down at my hands shaking in my lap, afraid to look anyone in the eyes, and there is silence in the room until the Duchess breaks it, “Well, my dear, how energetic of you,” and gives me a sly, approving, glance.

****
A voice just starts talking. Almost as if to himself, in the middle of the now rather loud din of whispers as guests talk and try to decide if they too want to share. But a silence starts to hover and the words start to be heard … a rambling of sorts.

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Shangol 1969: The duchess has her usual suspects pecking at her body and Jasmine is servicing and being serviced. I want something different tonight. There she is, a petite little Arcadian blonde all alone. She is peaking around the room, shyly. She wants to see it all. I stand her up and take off her clothes as I kiss her softly. She is stark naked now and I rub my hand in between her legs. The inside of her thigh is wet with her essence and I can’t resist. I leave her standing so she can see the activities in the room and I kneel and clean off her inner thigh softly. I move up and am invited by the perfect little pink ass to suck and lick it. She moans and spreads her legs. I turn her around and bend her over the chaise we are on. I begin to suck her pussy and start to concentrate on her clit. She is being very passionate and starts talking in a familiar tone to a man in Cajun. He speaks back to her gently and walks behinds her and slips his cock inside her. He is dangerously close to me but I am compelled to stay to make her feel good. I can smell him and his balls are hitting my face as I suck and lick her. I tickle his balls for him. Her moans are muzzled now. Something is keeping her mouth occupied. Her copulate is moaning and his balls are raised and he is all the way in her. I suck a little softer and enhance her sensation and she comes as well. He slips out of her and with it comes his load all over her pussy. I unknowingly lick it up and realize I like it? I clean her off and tongue-fuck her to suck out every drop. I look up and she has a cock releasing into her mouth and it is leaking out. I kiss her when he is done and clean up the mess. I am so hard my cock slips into her like it had a mind of its own. She feels so tight and soft. Her kisses are burning and impression into my soul. She is so sensual and free. She is a goddess. I let loose and fill her up and clean her up. I am on to something new for myself. I then go around the room and try to fuck and suck every cum filled pussy dry.

****
There is a silent applause as people appreciate the mind that has rambled, some of us finally breathing and still reeling from the speed of the delivery, attempting to fit all the images together….

I saw Thorn move with purpose towards the center of the room. His beloved Silia dropping her hand from his with regret. The two were inseparable. In fact, although they would at times watch, they never slept with anyone else. They somehow managed to be faithful amongst us all. There was a sense of the “sacred” between them that no one dared encroach upon. He cleared his voice and the pleasant deep resonant of it filled the room.

“Oh damn it this is too hard. Is it normal that I have no kinky fantasies, really? Should I see a shrink?” he smiled, ” … a day dream is the best I can do…”

****
Thorn: I crash-land on a Pacific island. I have turned wild relying on what the jungle and the sea provided me with to survive. Nature sculpted my naked body to perfection. Being free all day and my toy at night my cock had grown in length and girth. I have become a master of the fine art of self pleasing. I came at will or delayed my orgasm indefinitely. I could hold an erection for hours and ejaculate several times. My own record, engraved on the trunk of a coconut tree, was 17 times from sunset to sunrise.

When I saw the small drifting boat my cock reacted first. I made “him” a promise. He can fuck whoever was onboard as long as they were alive. I swam the mile distance and climbed on board to find two women on the verge of dehydration.

I brought the battered craft to the beach. I carried the taller black woman first and laid her on the sand. Feeling her in my arms brought my penis to full erection but I ordered him to quiet down. He obeyed, knowing well that I never break a promise. Then I tossed the blonde over my shoulder and placed her alongside. I have developed an acute sense of smell and the scent of their pussies assaulted me like an uncontrollable avalanche.

I took care of them for 2 consecutive nights and days. For the first time on this island I didn’t jerk off for over 48 hours. My balls were fuller than a pair of coconuts. I could fuck a whole tribe of women.

The two lesbians stared at my cock and their pussies glistened with moistness whenever I was near. On the third night the moon was full. I hunted a wild goat and asked them to eat, “You need all your strength tonight”, I said, “I’m going to fuck you till morning”.

For desert I ate the black beauty’s pussy while I fucked the blonde for an hour. She passed out after her sixth orgasm and my fourth. I put her to rest and penetrated the perfect black ass, all ten inches slowly disappearing inside. I filled her mouth, ass and pussy with cum endlessly. I repeated my awe inspiring act with the blonde as necessary.

While they rested with the crack of dawn, I engraved a new entry. Thirty fucking times.

****
He returned to Silia’s side. She leaned in to whisper something in his ear… once again the two were in their bubble.

I smile a moment as I recall the private conversation with my most elusive guest. The “Pokeroo” among us. The one that I know exists but no one else has met. People want to, he is especially sought after by all the “Barbie dolls” in the house … LeviStore … reclusive is an understatement.

I had talked to him about what I had planned and he’d sent me his response. Oh yes, sweetly delivered by the quivering lips of a fine young lad that reminded me a great deal of a young “Malboro Man”. He had recited his message perfectly … with a slight tremble in his voice from time to time. I shared it with my guests – asking the young man to step out and recite anew.

****
I think about my invite to The Salon all day.. and it totally consumes
me with lust to know that this wanton wayward hostess has invited me..
But on the other hand im irritated.. Being of a modern day Greek
family im fully aware of the complexity of the way intelligent people
get together to chat about mindless things.. and I certainly do not
have the time for that..
But the hostess intrigues me.. And I put a master plan together..
My plan is simple.. I arrive at the The Salon over an hour early..
Its all quiet..
I step out of my Beemer and lean on the bonnet.. I have no intention
of walkin up the steps of the venue.. I light up a Camel plain.. And
wait..
Im dressed in a simple striped Italian shirt and Levi jeans.. three of
the buttons of the fly are undone..
It starts getting dark.. the hostess walks seductively down the steps
towards my car.. Its dark enough to be discreet..
I dont even bother standing up.. Im hard.. and it can be seen through
the Levi jeans..
She arrives.. we make eye contact.. I reach out and take her sensual
hand.. and guide it to my un buttoned jeans.. she continues.. and
follows through.. my cock firmly in her hand.. she proceeds to stroke,
then goes down to suck it..
My game plan is sound, I dont warn her that im gettin close.. My
energy is internal.. and I quietly erupt into her mouth as she
swallows urgently in order to keep her lovely evening dress clean..
I kiss her warmly.. only once.. Then leave in my Beemer without sayin a word..
Each word she utters on this mystical evening will be uttered with the
essence of my being..
And the guests at The Salon would not even have met me..

****
The room laughed, some shook their head … I knew the rumor – that he was a figment of my imagination. Ah well … I had done my part.

****

Silia has been sitting quietly all evening beside Thorn, observing all the rest but saying nothing. She is dressed demurely in an ankle length black velvet dress. It quietly shows every curve and the white skin of her bosom and shoulders. Her dark hair is pulled back and to one side, tumbling down around her neck and over one shoulder. Finally, during a lull in the conversation, she rises from her seat but remains with Thorn. She decides to speak taking a few by surprise.

“I’ve never thought of myself as an exhibitionist. I mean, I have never bared my body in public – except for maybe a skinny dip in a less than secluded location. But I would hardly call that exhibitionism. Maybe we all have it in us – just a little. But in everyday life, I’m quite the opposite. In face, I won’t undress in my own bedroom unless the curtains are drawn tightly. Perhaps that is why this fantasy holds such “appeal” to me but also, and ultimately, seems so perverse.

It’s a showcase, an exhibit, but instead of art or antiquities on display, its naked bodies of women and men. This is not a sex show. This is more…educational…if you will. I am one of the “objets” laid out on my back on a raised platform. My erect nipples point to the ceiling and my legs spread apart to reveal all. There are no barriers between the displays and the observers. The observers are welcome, even encouraged to touch, squeeze, insert. The only rule for these observers are that they cannot perform sexual acts with the displays. The rule for the displays is more stringent. They cannot move no matter how they are touched, and particularly if they orgasm. They must remain motionless and quiet like fleshy statues. I end up with many hands over and in all parts of me and fight with everything in me to stay still.”

****

Silia quietly resumed sitting. She smiled somewhat shyly at Thorn as he took her face in his hand and they exchanged knowing glances.

I heard the large door open and I shivered and smiled at the same time. “Ah, Sir Anneal, you have come!” I clapped in delight as I took a few steps to welcome him.

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Sir Anneal: I notice that this place has a unique feel to it as W/we enter the waiting area. Clean and precise, everything in its place and a place for everything. Perfect to show off, and present My gift for this evening’s gathering, and it’s hostess.

I nod to acknowledge you dear, and I smile as I’ve shared with you briefly what had been done over the last Five months to prepare My present for the gathering. O/our late arrival has it’s purpose. I’m wearing a simple Grey pinstripe suit and tie…the Three piece variety. Following Me is the utensil. Long flowing Silver silk robe…hooded with sleeves long to cover hands and her face concealed. she makes no sound. Acknowledges no one. she is leashed and follows Me by what you and the other early guests can only assume is a silver collar and leash under the robe as I lead her in.

I walk her over to the ring I asked you to have installed in the far wall, and with a click the utensil is locked facing it by her neck

“darling… so good to see you, and thank you for the invitation to the salon” It has taken many months of preparation to get her here for your guests tonight. I would ask that you inform everyone that she is still healing in some areas and attachment points. Please have them be mind full of this. Other than that request…Utensil is available for any use your guests may desire. I can tell you that she is willing, and totally open to the idea. she requested the unique modifications to her body, and will be this way for the remainder of her life. Let Me prepare her now for your party…

I walk over to the Silver cape….and in One swift move pull away the covering.

A collected gasp from the guests in the room as modifications are exposed. Women cover their mouths, and Men raise eyebrows at the vision in front of them. Now revealed for every one’s use is a naked woman…with a collar not separate from her neck, but surgically attached to her collar bones. Stainless steel rings seem to grow out from each wrist….and from each ankle bone. A mouth held shut with a stainless padlock and ring set…and upon further examination are also seen to actually protrude out from under the skin.

As I remove her mouth locks she instinctively knows to put her wrists behind her back, and move her feet close together. Now with stainless locked in place I turn to you..

You see darling…with today’s medical advancements in artificial joints and such, the attachment of the stainless steel to bone is quite easy to do, but for the bone to take, and the skin to heal around it permanently THAT is time consuming. One healed …quite effective though

Please…enjoy her

And as Sir Anneal leaves the party…

I toss you the keys……

October 11, 2009 Posted by | erotica | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 55 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

The Twinkle In His Eyes

I see him out of the corner of my eye, sitting in a chair in the darkest recess of the room, far enough to not encroach on our personal space. The few meters remind me of some sort of cruel social distancing rule. His pants are in a puddle at his feet; his shirt open, his breath is carefully monitored as his hand grips his cock in a death like choke hold.

I know he can see me there on all fours. Like some bitch in heat. In a way I am. I’m always ready for my man. Something about my Love has me in a constant state of arousal. Our Voyeur has eyes that see. He is watching as my Lover glides effortlessly inside, as my breasts sway from side to side with the rhythm of our play. I can see him appreciate the scene unfolding before him.

My Lover wants to turn me over. I am happy to oblige. He grabs my ass cheeks and my right leg gracefully sweeps around his hip. The muscles in my calf flex and I know our Watcher is observing every move; I point my toes like a dancer as I ride closer to pleasure.

The Voyeur’s hand is stroking his cock now dripping with precum, and murmuring to me under his breath, barely audible but enough for my head to snap out of my dream state and look at him. His eyes are glistening with volumes of pent up desire and my eyes focus on his hand. He asks me if I want it. I laugh internally – why did the fool think he was here? Had he really planned on staying out of it and just watch?

I open my mouth slowly, let my lips part and my white teeth peek through. Half off the bed, I am on my back, my breasts are high and my nipples’ pointing to the ceiling, my Lover is steady and perfectly bringing me to the edge of the abyss. My tongue wets my lips and I open my mouth again. I reach a hand over in the Voyeurs general direction … almost pointing to the cock he is mock waving at me.

I hear my Lover burst out laughing and for a moment the sensuality is lost as we all chuckle. Our guest is suddenly embarrassed. Not for himself but for breaking the code. He interrupted the moment, broke our concentration and the flow. It doesn’t last long, as my Love, still buried deep within me, takes my hair and turns my head towards our guest as he kisses, then bites my neck hard. The sharp and sudden pain is a sweet thrill that makes me gasp. In that moment our invitee breaks his own rules, and slips his cock between my parted, plump lips.

It’s all very fluid and unreal as he fucks me and I mouth fuck him and I grip my love with one hand and our Voyeur with the other. Bodies, fantasies, taboos and time are suspended. I feel the ache of desire pulse deep inside. My eyes close, I breathe with short gasps with a shaft in my mouth to cater to. The feeling of bliss is coming from the work of my Lovers well behaved cock causing the trembling walls of my cunt to hum in a pleasing frenzy. His strong arms and solid body thrill me; the hard muscles of his well-developed thighs feel wonderful against the smoothness of my own legs.

My whole being is swimming under the assaults. The forbidden is such a naughty turn on. I jolt high up hard against the driving rod to welcome it. The cocks are hitting deep as they start to dance out of control, bucking fiercely, plunging my body toward a climax. But I wait. I wait …. wait.

Finally the jizm rises like a phoenix and the screaming members and roaring throats explode in a sea of hot sand and fill the bucking cavity of my cunt and throat. It comes in explosive surges causing my body to rock from head to toe, boiling, steaming eruptions of frothing cream to wet and paint my insides. Soothed at last.

Opening my eyes to the clap of thunder, I roll toward my love grabbing his cock between my naked thighs before he is fully awake. “I just had the most amazing dream“I tell him. The twinkle in his eyes as he turns his head to look at me makes me wonder momentarily.

September 25, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , | 27 Comments