The more I taste and the more adventurous I let my tongue become the more she moans. Taking a firm grip on my hair, putting her legs up on my shoulders as if to keep me where I am indefinitely. making me do my job... if this was my job I'ld awaken with a smile every morning, eager to get to work as soon as possible. I'ld probably become quite the workaholic. But then in some respects I already am addicted to her. Her breathing is getting heavy, each breath filled with lust. She suddenly pulls me up by my hair, up into a deep kiss. Her hands soon travelling down to push down my underwear. I quickly start helping her. Before long I'm on my back and she proceeds to pull my underwear clean off.
She runs her hands allover my chest, crawling back up over me. Looking down at her prey with a victorious gleam in her eyes. The she takes a hold of me, sliding my staff against the wet lips of her eager and openly willing cunt. Teasing me beyond what I feel I can endure.
"Please..." I beg.
"What?.." She asks, her voice damp and dark with desire.
"Take me..." She smiles at first, but even she can't put it off any longer and soon I feel myself sliding into her. The sweetest surrender I've ever made. She sinks down until she's engulfed all of me, sighing deeply as she takes me in. Slowly she starts to ride me, with what little control I have I slide my hands up to her bosom. Holding onto her wonderful beautiful breasts. The second she starts leaning forwards to kiss me I start helping her, pulling her down and myself up until our lips touch and our minds explode. Holding her tight as out tongues entwine. Grinding our groins against one another, round and round and up and down. Boiling over together.
Picking up the pace just a little, grinding while holding close. Quickening our pace without letting our skins drift apart. My pelvis working to thrust up into her, hers banging down on mine. She's holding onto my head and my arms hold down her back. Both of us holding on hard to one another. Like we're afraid that we'll slip apart, winding up across the room from one another perhaps, if we don't hold on tight. She breaks up the kiss and before I know what she's doing her lips are on my neck, kissing hard and nibbling lightly. She rises and with my hands on her hips we go at it harder and harder, making the bed shake. This is desire without patience, lust without restraints.
She's coming closer and closer, I can feel it. Feel her pulsating around my member as each stroke, each thrust, brings her closer to ecstasy. Pretty soon she's shaking on top of me, shivering first and then loosing more and more control. As she starts getting trouble staying upright I help her down on her back so that I kneel by the side of the bed, her body spread out before me. I can't pace myself. Instead I just thrust faster and faster, licking a few fingers to help her move quickly into her heaven as I'm closing in on mine. Feeling the oh so familiar signals travelling all along my spine. Making my muscles contract every here and there as my body prepares for the big event. I'm shivering, shaking myself to pieces, when she comes. Moaning loudly I can feel her body squeezing my member as each wave floods her nerve system. I keep up my pace, in fact I even increase it. Getting more and more desperate to reach it and feeling as if my body won't let me quit. Thrusting as if obsessed, which I am in a way, obsessed with coming. Working harder and harder until I can feel the edge approaching, and then I just snap. My system thrown into chaos as it all comes flooding out of me. Different parts of my body freezing up or going limp. Pulsating as I pump it all out. Collapsing on top of my lover as we're both basking exhausted in the sweet afterglow of our pleasure, of our ecstasy. Kissing lightly as we lie there panting.
"You know you can stay here as long as you want." I tell her, hoping that she'll accept the offer rather than sneaking away in the night.
"We'll, since I only come here for sex that means that you'll have to continue to offer me sex as long as I'm here." She answers with a wide grin.
"It's a deal." I say, smiling, before kissing her deeply. We lie there resting for some time yet, before heading to the shower and then continuing the evening...
The End.
Mistress, Why Not?
I have always been quite the proper girl, doing what I was told was right. Some called me a goody-goody and that was all right by me.
I studied hard in college and made it into my chosen profession. I earned my sucess by working hard.
I am pleasant looking, not stunning, but okay. I find boys difficult. I like them, but I want to be pure, and, well, don't want to do things that just aren't right.
I want to talk about things that enhance our lives and they want just to kiss and do other things. I like a good kiss, and some of those other things will just have to wait.
I feel like the boys are so big and powerful. It is scary. I am just a bit over five foot tall, so I needed to find a way to protect myself.
In my psychology classes, they talked about male and female dynamics. So I did some research. I clicked on my computer and when I typed in male female dynamics, I found a lot of information on power exchange.
Whoa boy, it was interesting. Have you ever looked at those sites. I never squirmed in my seat so much!
I like the idea of being in control. I am smart. And it helps me feel secure.
This boy, John, had been calling me. He is big and powerful, but nice. I think he is so cute, too! He did seem to have a lot of girls that liked him and that bothered me. He did seem like some of those boys I read about on the sites that liked to be controlled.
So, I thought it would be fun to try something.
He called and asked if he could take me to a dinner and a show. I smiled to myself and said okay, if I pick the place and drove. I think it bothered him a little that I wanted to drive, but I was flirty and he agreed.
I bought one of those chastity devices they had online that adjusted to sizes. I was so nervous buying the thing, my hands became sweaty. I must say it appealed to me though. They make them clear and rather cute. I looked at the lock and it looked noisy so I got another one.
The night of the date I made myself up a little sexy and wore my black dress and 2 inch heels (that is high for me and anything higher makes my feet sore) I think of myself as classy, so I wore a rather professional perfume and I like clear nail polish.
So I go and pick up John. He is dressed nice, but no tie. I tell him to go and get a nice tie for me. He does that well. And I tell him we need to go.
He wants to give me a kiss. I smile, put my finger lightly on his lips, and say "Not now."
We go the car and he opens his door. Boys are not gentlemen anymore! I say,
"John, you haven't opened my door." I a somewhat stern voice. I have to say I had to force that sternness out. And I am clutching my purse because of what I had put in it. I am so nervous about that. He does come and open the door for me like a gentleman, so I feel he is being compliant. He mutters, "I am sorry, Jill" so I know I will have to work on the attitude.
On the car ride, I still haven't told him where we are going and he hasn't asked, a good sign, I steer him into conversations about being gentlemanly, roles of men and women, motivation and pick his brain about those feeling.
He seems to want to please me and wishes he had more motivation. He wants to be a knight for his lady. He wants to care for and love her, I like that. He said he wants to be strong but could be directed by his lady. So I was falling for John.
I had to be strong.
I told him that I had been treated by boys badly in the past and I had control issues. I really liked him but I like to lead the relationship. I asked him if he liked me a lot and wanted to be more serious. As I drove I did let the fingers of my one hand stroke the backside of his hand and could see he was aroused.
He didn't mind if I led, he said. He kind of liked my taking charge on this date even. He understood how women have to protect themselves and was sorry that I wasn't treated well before. He said he liked me a lot too and would like to get more serious too.
And then he moved his hand onto my thigh. So I gently took his hand and put it back and continued to stroke it.
We arrived at the cafe' and I told the hostess that I had reservations for us in that quiet booth. I told her it was going to be a special night for us. I had John take my coat but I kept my purse. I held his hand when he got back and directed him to the table.
We had a booth and I sat first and then he sat down, that was good.
I stroked his leg and asked, is there any food you don't like. He said he liked most everything but liver and spinach. We both laughed.
I stroked his thigh through his pants to keep him a little excited. He wanted to stroke my leg, but I whispered to him, "Remember, I would like to lead..."
And he was good and stopped.
The waiter came and I ordered for both of us. John should have something healthy. John seemed a little surprised and not sure what to do, but didn't say anything.
So, after the waiter left, I started talking and told him that I need a commitment, a sign from him that I can trust him, that he is serious about me. I told him how disappointed I was with boys in the past.
So I went into my purse and pulled out the paper bag with the device inside, discreetly of course, keeping the keys.
I finally gave him a tender kiss
"John, darling, go to the bathroom, open the bag. If you want to be serious with me, you will know what to do."
He looked puzzled, but headed for the bathroom to see what was in the bag.
The waiter came and presented our two glasses of wine and I started to sip, nervously sip.
The End.
Highly Inspired
There I was again, nose deep in a sales report on the New York to DC air shuttle for my
bi-weekly trip to our head office. "Thank God for business class." I thought as I stretched my legs in advance of the hour and a half flight. I was careful, however, not to wrinkle my skirt, since I was expected to go straight to our staff meeting after arrival. I had done this so many times before, that I begun to recognize some of the flight attendants, and gave half a wave to a few of them as they scurried by, readying the cabin for take-off.
My life seemed like an endless blur of meetings and paperwork. Buttoned up in my most conservative of suits, I considered whether I was in danger of losing myself in the sterility and repetition of my corporate existence. I sighed aloud and wondered what had happened to the unpredictable firecracker I used to be.
I glanced sideways at the reckless looking man sitting next to me in expensive sunglasses and a skater tee. What a contrast between the two of us, though he looked to be about the same age as me. He removed his sunglasses and placed them on the tray table along with his cell phone, then smiled at me momentarily, when he caught me stealing a glimpse of his bad boy looks. I immediately returned to my papers.
The flight attendant announced that the weather in DC had taken a turn for the worse, causing us to delay our take off by an hour. A united sigh of disappointment flooded the cabin and I called the office to let them know I'd be late. It seemed everyone was making calls, including my temporary neighbor. When I was finished, I couldn't help but overhear the X-rated things he was saying. I pulled my papers up to my face and smiled privately to myself, assuming he was talking to his girlfriend. I thought it odd, however, that he didn't seem to say goodbye or end the conversation in any recognizable way. He simply finished by saying, "Then, I will lick you clean." and he hung up.
Noticing that I had overheard, he told me not to worry, that he was not a serial obscene phone caller. At least not per say. I looked even more quizzical and he divulged the details of his rather unique career. I learned how he'd discovered that many wealthy women were willing to pay generously for the pleasure of hearing all about the make-believe sex he wanted to share with them. He was, for lack of a better term, a phone whore.
I was intrigued by this and leaned forward to see if he would share anything further, it was fascinating. Turns out that he had been doing it for the past five years, and though it had started out as a fun and easy way to put himself through grad school, lately it had really become a drag. I put down my papers and asked him why. He told me that it had become just like any other job, monotonous and boring. And, it was turning into more and more of a chore to make his daily calls to his more than twenty clients.
I empathized with him and told him about the suffocating feeling I had been experiencing lately in response to the assimilative nature of corporate America. We laughed lightly at the irony of our situations. I looked around and noticed that the passengers across the aisle were all busy with their magazines or dozing off. Impulsively, I leaned in closer to him and asked him if he might like some fresh inspiration. It was his turn to look quizzical, and I placed my hand on his leg to clarify my meaning.
"Why don't you make another one of your calls?" I slyly asked. He seemed to catch on and picked up his phone while searching my face for a clue of what was to come of this. He dialed, and I moved my hand into his crotch. He began to speak, in a gruff whisper, about throwing the legs of the listener around his neck while he slowly stroked her with his fingers and inserted his swollen cock.
He unbuttoned his jeans, allowing me easier access to his thickening rod. He leaned over to share with me, the listener's responses to his explicit descriptions. Soft "mmmms" and the occasional "oh yes", came from the phone. I pictured her touching herself as he spoke, her mind placing him between her legs. These thoughts caused the temperature between my own legs to rise and using my lowered tray as a shield, I placed his hand under my skirt.
He gladly slipped his fingers into my panties and traced around the perimeter of my silky opening, before guiding one inside. This sent a sweet shiver through me and I stifled the moan that danced on my lips. It was then that one of the flight attendants I had come to know came by to offer a pillow and blanket. Our busied hands froze in place and he turned away to keep his raunchy conversation private.
She attempted to make small talk, asking me how I had been and the like. I impatiently answered and hoped that she would move on. Noticing the positioning of our arms, she gave a knowing smirk before resting the blanket and pillow on my tray. "It can get chilly in here, be sure to cover up," she said with a wink and continued down the aisle. I breathed a sigh of relief and retracted my hand from inside his pants.
He had completed his phone call and asked if I thought the flight attendant had detected anything. I put his mind at ease, and like the couple across the aisle from us I snuggled us under the blanket and placed the pillow in his lap. He looked a bit surprised, when I told him that I would like to relax a bit. Then with my eyebrow arched, I asked him again. "Why don't you make another call?"
As if I was curling up with my soul mate, I stretched out over his lap, placing my head on the pillow in a casual and inconspicuous way. His fly was still undone and I freed his sustained erection from the confines of his jeans while he dialed his next client. Before long, my mouth was wrapped around his engorged dick and another grateful customer was lustfully clinging to his every word. Concealed by the blanket, I licked and slurped, careful not to bob my head in any particular rhythm, giving the perception that I was only trying to get comfortable.
I could hear him say that he was enjoying the feel of her, warm and wet, as she bounced on top of him. His words were shaky, as his lips quivered with every pass of my tongue. When he finally leaked into my mouth, it was surprisingly sweet and I found myself swallowing to get rid of the evidence. I raised my self upright again, and excused myself to the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, I laughed aloud at the sudden jolt in my mundane routine. The erotic encounter had given me just the excitement I needed to rejuvenate my wild side. I straightened my skirt and freshened up a bit. When I returned to my seat, the flight attendant was announcing the seat belt light had been turned on and I was curious to find out how we could make the rest of our flight as interesting as the delay.
The End.
Taking a Chance For Love
Donna, an attractive petite blonde, spent as much tim
e picking out the flowers, chocolates, and the champagne, as she did the card for Valerie, her roommate. The funny cards made her laugh and the romantic cards gave her images of making love to her roommate, that is, before the reality of her planned confession made her sad. Chances are Valerie will reject her, as did the others. Chances are she'll have her heart broken, again.
Yet, she couldn't stop herself from going forward, from stepping out of the heterosexual woman she created for her protection, self-preservation, and to keep her safe from the ridicule. Even in this enlightened age, people still pointed fingers, whenever they saw two women holding hands and kissing in public. In her small town and most of the small towns in America, lesbianism was still not accepted and better kept hidden in the closet.
Nonetheless, the risk she was about to embark upon was one worth taking. Notwithstanding, this was it, this was the special day in more than one way. The appropriate day for her to come out of the closet, the day of love, this Valentine's Day was a make or break evening for her. She decided to show more than her hand to her roommate. Playing for all the marbles, she was going to give her heart and hoped that she'd take it and not break it.
She decided to take the gamble and either she'd win big or lose big. She was going for it. Having had enough of the speculation, growing weary of the sexual innuendoes, the teasing, and the verbal foreplay, she couldn't stand the sexual tension that existed between them and that hung over her head so much like another conscience.
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