by Selena Kitt
“You truly do not fight fair my friend,” I gasped as he penetrated a little deeper. The stretching feeling began to fade as his thumb stirred sensations that mixed and mingled with the fullness in my anal passage. Lubrication no longer seemed to be much of an issue either as he was gliding in and out fairly easily now, albeit not very deeply.
Gazing down at me with pleasure clearly visible in his eyes now, Mark lightly pinched my clit between his thumb and fingers while burying his remaining length deep inside my ass. The ember of pleasure that had been burning slowly sparked suddenly into white hot passion. Inexplicably, it somehow felt as if he were thrusting into both of my passages simultaneously. He pulled out slowly and thrust all the way back in quickly. He then pulled out fast and pushed back in at such an agonizingly slow pace I actually found myself pushing my hips up at him, wanting to feel him buried deep inside me once again.
As the fires of passion started consuming all coherent thought again, a stray thought passed through my head that Mark was playing my body as if it were a Stradivarius and he a masterful virtuoso. He certainly seemed to know what strings to pluck and chords to play in order to make my instrument respond with beautiful music.
Switching between firm pressure and light circling of my clit, Mark thrust faster now, his eyes beginning to glaze with his own passion. Looking up at this man who had taken me to the heights of orgasmic bliss already this evening, I wanted him to feel some modicum of the pleasure he had given me. I flared my hips a little wider and hunched back at his thrusting. I made sure I had his full attention as I reached up and played with my own nipples, moaning as I slipped my legs from his shoulders and hooked my ankles behind his ass.
I was truly in sensation overload now as I pulled him in even deeper while lightly twisting my erect nipples. Clearly in complete control all evening, Mark’s thrusting now took on an almost frantic pace as he neared the point of no return. With a groan, his eyes closed and he thrust one more time, holding himself as deep as he could go. I could feel the hot semen surge out of his cock and flood my insides. It was enough to send me over the edge once again, my ass clamping down around Mark’s length, causing us both to shudder with pleasure as we exploded in mutual orgasm.
He collapsed on top of me in total exhaustion, the weight of his body both comforting and crushing. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me passionately. Lifting his hips he slowly slid his softening penis from my ass and lay next to me. “That truly was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced,” he said softly.
5
“Excuse me for a moment, I’ll be right back,” Mark said as he rose from the bed. Not feeling very energetic after our exertions, I barely summoned the energy to lift my head and watch his cute ass as he crossed the room. Entering the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and I could hear water running. He reappeared a few moments later and very gently wiped our combined fluids from my body with a warm washcloth.
“Normally I would love nothing more than to cuddle up with you right now, but I have one more small surprise.”
Mark crossed the room again and opened a closet, removing a cooler and small bag. From the cooler he pulled a two-tiered serving tower overflowing with strawberries, dark chocolate, sliced cheese and crackers, as well as a bottle of champagne. Opening the bag he produced a pair of carefully wrapped crystal goblets. “Dinner is served my fair lady” Mark said with a slight bow, as he set up the impromptu feast in the middle of the bed.
“You are a man of many talents” I said, as I propped myself up against the headboard and reached for a strawberry.
“I figured between work, getting dressed to kill in that lovely little black dress and perhaps a touch of more than understandable apprehension about tonight, you probably did not get around to dinner this evening.” Mark spoke as he picked up my discarded garments that were literally strewn around the room. Laying my clothes over the back of a chair, he started to uncork the champagne bottle.
“Only open that if you really want it, I’m afraid I will have to decline. I’m a bit of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and I don’t want this lovely evening to end with a sobriety test.” I happened to be looking at his face when I said this, so I did not miss the flash of disappointment cross his features, even though it vanished quickly.
Putting the bottle down on the nightstand, Mark looked at me with a carefully neutral expression as he responded. “I was hoping you’d join me in a glass of champagne, almost as much as I hoped you’d stay the night with me. I will certainly understand if you do not wish to, it is entirely up to you.”
Up until seeing that flash of disappointment cross his features, it had certainly been my intent to freshen up and head home. To sleep in my own bed, with the satiated memories of the evening to keep me warm.
Making sure he could see the smile on my lips and hear it in the tone of my voice, I said, “Since I have agreed to giving you total control and I have yet to find it necessary to voice a certain safe word, I suppose I have no choice but to obey your command.”
“By your smile I know that you realize I am certainly not commanding you, nor controlling you, in any fashion at the moment. I am simply expressing my desire to spend more time with you this evening. It would be nice to talk and get to know one another intellectually as well as physically.” Mark spoke as he sent the champagne cork flying across the room.
Filling the two flutes, he climbed back on the bed and handed me one. Raising his glass in a toast he said, “Here is to our journey together. If you are open to the idea I proposed earlier of course.”
Raising my glass to his, I stared into his eyes. “I was quite nervous about this evening, right up until the moment my dress hit the floor and you gasped out loud. You have a way about you that puts me totally at ease. You also managed to take me to heights of pleasure tonight that I have never felt before. I know I have led a fairly sheltered life, but I honestly had no idea that sex could feel like that. I’m not saying I am totally comfortable with entirely giving up control, but I am more than willing to continue on our journey and see where it leads us.”
His resulting smile seemed to radiate from his entire body and light up the room as I leaned forward to kiss him.
6
Propped up against the headboard, sipping champagne, nibbling on dark chocolate and talking about our jobs, I felt completely at ease with our casual nudity. That in itself was definitely a bit unusual for me. My ex either fell asleep immediately or jumped straight in the shower after our lovemaking, almost as if he were ashamed of his body, or mine.
My gaze fell upon Mark’s now flaccid penis, lying limp against his thigh. Hard to believe just how much larger it got when aroused, although my still tingling ass would remember it for quite some time. Mark noticed my gaze and smiled, his own eyes passing over my body often and appreciatively.
As we talked, we managed to demolish quite a bit of his thoughtfully prepared feast. Clearing the remnants of our late night snack, we cuddled on the bed, my head on his chest and our bodies lightly pressed against one another.
Entirely comfortable in his arms I could feel my eyelids start to get heavy. Between the long work week, two glasses of champagne, anxiety over our impending date and several truly mind blowing orgasms, I could feel myself drifting off.
“Mark,” I murmured softly as sleep started to overtake me, “thank you.”
My last coherent thought was “how am I going to go two weeks before seeing this man again?”
Volume Three: Bondage Ballet
Prologue
I am not a morning person. Even on the best of days my staff knows to steer clear of me until well after the caffeine has kicked in. Monday mornings in particular I truly believe were invented by sadistic demons in one of Dante’s lower circles of hell.
So why on this Monday morning, before my second cup of coffee was finished, was I sitting in my office with a smile from ear to ear?
From Friday evening until now my emotions rode quite th
e roller coaster of unbelievable highs and unexpected lows. The weekend started with pleasures outside of my previous realm of experience and left me feeling quite content to fall asleep naked and warm snuggled into Mark’s chest.
I awoke early Saturday morning to a full bladder and an arm draped across my body from behind. I had that half-second moment where I was not fully awake and aware of whose arm that could possibly be.
Mark must have been having a really good dream or re-enacting the previous evening in his sleep, because I could feel him swelling against my bottom once again. Slowly and gently prying his left hand from my breast, I slid out from under his arm and made my way into the bathroom. I could not help but smile at my tousled hair in the mirror. I certainly enjoyed the actions of the previous evening that led to it looking this way.
After draining two glasses of champagne and other assorted fluids from a surprisingly high number of orifices, I crept back to the bed. Standing there naked, I watched Mark sleep peacefully for a few moments as I weighed climbing back into bed versus slipping into my dress and out the door.
It seems strange, and almost a little selfish to admit, but I really wanted to sneak out and be alone to savor the memories from the previous night. Despite how well the previous evening had gone, I think I was hesitant to cast the light of day upon our most unusual dalliance.
Feeling a bit like the proverbial heel, I quietly slipped my dress over my head and stuffed the bra and panties into my small handbag. I jotted a quick note on a pad of paper by the phone:
Mark,
Please forgive me for not waking you or saying goodbye this morning. Falling asleep in your arms last night (and everything that came before it) was truly amazing. You made me feel things I have never felt in my life. I hope you understand me wanting to be alone with my thoughts this morning. I look forward to our next alphabetical adventure, as soon as I can sit down comfortably again – of course.
Summer
Picking up my pumps, I left the lace blindfold folded neatly on the note and slipped out the door.
Smoothing out the dress that spent less time on me than it did on the hotel room floor, I rode the elevator down and mentally prepared myself for the walk of shame across the hotel lobby. Of course no one even noticed, nor cared, as a different clerk was on duty than the night before. I smiled inwardly as I still managed to turn his head, disheveled appearance and all. Then I remembered that my bra and panties were in the little bag in my hand instead of underneath the little black dress that clung to me like a second skin. The clerk was getting quite a show to go with his early morning coffee.
1
Getting into my car, I pulled out my cell phone and sent a quick text message to my best friend Julie.
Headed home. Warm, safe and happy. We’ll talk more later. Shine!
I had sent her a quick email the previous evening with details about where I was going to be and the hotel room number, just in case. I trusted Mark or else I would not have gone to his hotel room alone, but I still hedged my bets a little. Julie knew that unless I called or texted her by 10:00am, she was to start making phone calls. Perhaps that would have been too little too late, but it made me feel better to some degree about stepping so far out of my comfort zone. We really got into the whole clandestine aspect and included a code word at the end of the message, just in case she doubted it was really me. The word shine was kind of a play on my first name, as in summer sunshine. A bit silly I guess, but it was the best we could come up with after three bottles of wine a couple of nights ago.
Initially through my first meeting with Mark and the subsequent website wooing, I had intentionally kept what was transpiring from Julie. Looking back I really don’t know if I was expecting that she would find fault with my choices or that she would be encouraging me to go. I was on such a precipice that I think subconsciously I did not want anyone, not even my best friend, to sway me one way or another.
I finally decided after agreeing to give up control to Mark that I should let someone I trusted know what I was doing, even if it was only to have someplace for the search party to start looking.
Over white wine and Chinese food late one night, after Julie wrestled her brood into bed and her husband immersed himself in some sporting event, I laid out for her what had happened since my first email from Mark.
She laughed out loud at my description of outrage after Mark left me sitting in that hotel bar, despite the thong and low-cut top. She sprinted to get her laptop so I could bring up the website Mark had set up for me and show it to her, although the only thing on it currently was his last message about the hotel and the blindfold.
Since Julie knew me better than anyone, she was shocked to hear that I was willingly giving up control to Mark, or at all for that matter. She started to speak, thought better of it and drained her wine glass instead. Glancing at the living room where her husband sprawled out snoring, she laughed and said, “I’m tempted to call my mother-in-law and ask her how she likes the sudden deep freeze down there in Hell.”
“I’m equal parts nervous, excited, scared and thrilled for you,” she said. “And perhaps even a little envious.”
Her comment took me by surprise for a moment. I had always envied her stability, family and close relationship with her husband. I suppose her comment only goes to show that things are not always as rosy on the other side of the glass as they appear.
We laughed and plotted as we killed a third bottle of wine. She made me promise to tell her the details about where and when I was meeting Mark and tried to extract a further promise of “full orgasmic disclosure.”
I told her I would consider it, but as she knew already, I was not one to discuss my feelings or my personal life very easily. Then again, being as closed off emotionally as I had been during my marriage did not seem to have paid much in the way of positive dividends.
2
Picturing an old pair of sweats and a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea awaiting me, I drove slowly through the early morning rain toward home. My mind drifted as I replayed the previous evening in my head. Mark had been a pleasant surprise to me – confident, sexy, funny and in control. He conducted my passion and played the strings of my desire like a symphonic scientist. As I thought about his hot breath, first on the back of my neck and then later on my inner thighs, my nipples pulsed in time with the windshield wipers. Given that at least one of those nipples was being held closely only a short time ago, I mentally berated myself for removing it from Mark’s grasp.
Arriving home, I went inside and put the tea kettle on to boil before heading to my bedroom to change. Slipping the little black dress over my head, I stood naked for a moment and contemplated a long, hot shower. Deciding I wanted to savor Mark’s scent on my skin just a little while longer, I slipped on some old comfy sweats and headed back to the kitchen.
Pouring boiling water over my Earl Grey, I looked around the empty room. A sudden realization came to me that my grand idea of being alone to savor the memories of the previous night had left me just that – alone. Somehow the house seemed a little more empty than usual.
As I sat sipping my tea and checking my email, I reached for my phone again and sent Julie another text message.
Home safe. Too early in the day for wine?
A few minutes later as I put the empty tea cup in the sink, my phone buzzed with a return text.
Never too early for wine. On my way.
Given it was early enough that most of the city was probably still fast asleep, I doubted we would be uncorking any vino, but it was nice to know that Julie was headed over.
I climbed in a hot shower and scrubbed away any essence of Mark left over from the previous night. I was feeling a little wistful and could not put my finger on the exact reason for it. By the time I put my hair up in a towel and threw on a soft robe, Julie had let herself in and was making coffee in the kitchen.
She took one glance at me and said, “Well, how was he?”
“Let us just say that I neve
r knew sex could be like that. It certainly wasn’t like that when I was married to Bob,” I replied.
A quick flash of what could have been envy crossed her face as she looked at me. “Yeah, you are certainly glowing a bit this morning. So what on earth are you doing here with me instead of waking up to round two?”
Taking some light cream out of the refrigerator, I glanced over at her and said, “Technically it would have been round four, for me anyway.”
There was no mistaking the envy on her face this time, along with a healthy dose of disbelief.
“So again I have to ask, what are you doing here with me? Did he ask you to leave? Did he have somewhere better he had to be?”
I took a sip of my hazelnut cream coffee before I responded.
“I had to get up and use the bathroom and instead of getting back in bed, I snuck out the door. I thought it would be nice to come home and savor the memories from last night.” I trailed off as I said this last part. Saying it out loud, it sounded about as ridiculous as I suddenly felt.
Making it up as I went along I continued, “I thought the whole waking up this morning and getting dressed in front of one another part was going to be a little awkward.”
Another look flashed across Julie’s features at this, one I had seen before and knew all too well. Pity mixed with exasperation.