Sacred Thoughts - The Collection

by Alana Chappell

  As she makes her way out of the bathroom, she walks across the room to the closet that they share and pulls her whip off of the top shelf. “This whip will do just fine,” she says to herself as she gently combs out the leather strands that hang down from her hand. I love to hear Caitlin moan as I gently whip her from behind, Tabatha thinks to herself. Making her way to the front room she peers out of the window, peeking to see if she can get a glimpse of her girlfriend pulling into the driveway. “Nothing, hmm,” she says and makes her way back to the room.

  Tabatha runs a warm bath and places candles all around the brim of the tub. The air is filled with the fragrance of lavender, and the lighting is dimmed. She makes her way back into the living room where she drops rose petals onto the floor leading into the bathroom. The home is lit with candles as Tabatha reaches over to turn out the lights. Beautiful, she thinks to herself.

  “Any moment,” she says to herself. She makes her way back to the bedroom and sits in a chair in the corner of the room with her legs crossed. She places the whip across her lap and catches a glimpse of herself as a silhouette on the wall from the flickering of the candles. Suddenly, she hears the car pull into the driveway, then keys jiggling in the front door. While her heart is beating uncontrollably, she remains sitting still and waits for Caitlin’s arrival.

  Caitlin looks at the dark living room and follows the rose petals that have been placed along her path back to the bedroom. Caitlin notices the distinct silhouette of Tabatha in the corner and starts to head her direction. She leans into Tabatha and passionately kisses her. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she says.

  Tabatha, trying to remain strong and in an authoritative state, says, “What took you so long? You are two minutes late.”

  “Sorry, baby, please forgive me. I really tried to get here on time,” Caitlin says as she is engaged in role-playing with her girlfriend.

  Tabatha replies, “You have only made things harder on yourself. Now go to the bathroom, take off your clothes and get in the bathtub.”

  Caitlin undresses herself and slides into the bathtub. She reaches for the soap, but it is snatched from her hand by Tabatha. “I will wash you,” she replies. “Just lay back.” She grabs the soap and begins to lather the bar up. She grabs ahold of Caitlin’s hair and slightly pulls her head back as she washes her neck. Making her ways down her chest, she gently lathers her cold, hard nipples that are peering out from underneath the bubbles. Tabatha still has a hold of Caitlin’s hair and gently gives it a tug back towards her. With Caitlin looking at her, Tabatha grabs the soap bar and gently slides it down in between her breasts.

  Increasingly aroused, Caitlin anticipates Tabatha’s next move. She finds herself almost begging for Tabatha to go further down. Caitlin sits quietly as Tabatha takes the soap bar and makes her way down into the warm water. Splash goes her hand as she tells Caitlin, “You have been a very bad girl this week, and what do you think your punishment should be?”

  Before Caitlin can answer, she feels the soap bar being pressed up against her pussy. She jerks back a little, waiting for Tabatha to gently rub her up and down with the soap bar. Feeling slippery, wet and hard, Caitlin lets out a little moan. “You like that, don’t you,” says Tabatha as she increases her stroking harder and harder. “Tell me why you think you deserve to feel so good.”

  Feeling so good with her pussy throbbing below the water, Caitlin blurts out, “Please, baby, I want you to make me cum.”

  Tabatha whispers, “You want to cum, don’t you? Too bad. You haven’t earned it,” as she starts to slide her fingers in and out of Caitlin’s pussy, bringing her to the point of almost cumming. She stops abruptly and tells her to lean over the tub. Tabatha smacks her wet ass as it protrudes out of the water. She begins to spread Caitlin’s cheeks and slide the soap bar up and down the crack of her ass. Placing the soap on the edge of the tub, Tabatha slides a finger in her ass and says, “You like that, don’t you?”

  Feeling weak in the knees and at a point of ultimate explosion, Caitlin tries to keep her excitement to herself so Tabatha will continue stimulate her asshole. Within seconds, Caitlin finds herself no longer able to hold in her moans as she holds on to the edge of the tub.

  Tabatha says, “That’s enough for you now. Dunk yourself under the water and rinse all of the soap off your body.” Caitlin rises from the water, looking sexy as hell, hair dripping onto her face and water dripping off of her pink full lips. “Give me your feet,” Tabatha says abruptly. Placing her back up against the tub, Caitlin swings her feet over the edge of the tub and places them on Tabatha’s lap. Tabatha lathers them up and proceeds with a foot massage. “I bet your feet hurt so bad from all the hard work that you do.”

  “They do,” whispers Caitlin as she gently lays her head back against the wall.

  Within minutes Tabatha is done and places her feet back into the water. “It’s time for you to get out of the bathtub now. Stand up so I can dry you off.” She grabs the warm, fluffy towel that hangs on the back of the door and proceeds to dry Caitlin off inch by inch, sure to dry every part, making sure she embraces every curve flickering in the candlelit bathroom. “Go lie down on the bed and wait for me,” she says in her dominatrix voice.

  Caitlin lies down as Tabatha reaches for the baby oil, slowly and sensually rubbing her down her body, feeling soft as silk and really turning her on. Stay focused, she thinks to herself as she really wants to make love to her girlfriend. Starting from the nape of her neck and down her beautiful curved back Tabatha ever so gently slides her lubricated fingers in between Caitlin’s legs and begins to rub her clit in a circular motion. Caitlin begins to rock her pelvis back and forth as she lies on her stomach. She is pressing into Tabatha’s hand, desperately wanting to cum. “Turn over, I need to massage every part of you.” Sliding her slippery hand across her perky B-cup breasts, Tabatha finds herself not being able to take much more. She instantly straddles Caitlin and lightly places her hands around her neck. She smiles and tells Tabatha not to stop, begging for more. “Don’t move,” Tabatha says as she reaches for the cuffs she left on the nightstand. She grabs ahold of Caitlin’s wrist and cuffs her to the bed post. Intrigued, Caitlin knows not to say anything.

  “I can’t tell you how many times I have been left here alone while you were working overtime,” Tabatha says in a loud voice. “You are going to pay for this. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, I am. I am ready to accept my punishment,” Caitlin responds.

  “Place your legs in the air and tilt your ass up,” Tabatha commands. Quickly Caitlin’s legs are lifted in the air. Soon after you hear the crack as the whip slaps up against her bare ass. Again, she commands as she motions back the whip and slaps her ass harder this time. Caitlin is excited; she anticipated every crack the whip had to offer. “You’ve been a very bad girl and you deserve every bit of this ass beating.” After one more lashing she places the whip back at the top of the closet and makes her way back over to Caitlin. Tabatha whispers in her ear, “Do you feel that you have been punished enough?”

  “Yes,” Caitlin moans as she drops her legs to the bed.

  “Good, then let’s get to the pleasure part.” Tabatha walks over to the drawer and stands in front of it as she takes off her one-piece vinyl outfit.

  “You look so fucking hot,” Caitlin says from the bed, still lying there tied to the bed posts.

  “So do you, baby, that’s why I am going to fuck you good.” She reaches for the strap-on in the drawer and begins to buckle on the sides of it. Standing there completely nude, the straps gently fall in between her ass crack. Her breasts are full and voluptuous as she stands in the shadows of the candles. “Are you ready for this, babe, because I am ready for you?”

  With a full 7 inches strapped to her curvaceous body she makes her way over to where her girlfriend lies helpless. She spreads Caitlin’s legs open as she gathers herself on her kne
es on the bed. Looking at the way Caitlin’s pussy lays spread open, Tabatha can barely contain herself. Knowing she had to taste her, Tabatha dives deep into Caitlin with her tongue on full throttle. She can taste the juices that leave her craving more. Caitlin begins to moan uncontrollably as she has waited for this moment all night. “Ughh, Ahh.” The penetration from her tongue feels like a pulsating vibrator. “FUCK!” she screams out as she cums all over Tabatha’s face.

  “There you go,” Tabatha says as she pats Caitlin’s soaking wet pussy with her hand. She climbs on top of her and places the plastic cock inside of her. Soaking wet, you can hear the clapping of her pussy being pounded by this dick. Back and forth Tabatha rides hard and long, watching Caitlin trying to release her arms from the cuffs. “No you don’t,” she says. “I am going to make you explode and there’s nothing you can do about it.” The pounding gets harder as Caitlin fights cumming again. “You know you want to cum,” says Tabatha.

  “Nooo, I don’t!” Caitlin screams in the middle of an orgasm.

  “Told you, babe. You’re so fucking hot, I’ve got to let you out of these handcuffs.” She reaches over as her beautiful breasts lay on Caitlin’s face and releases the cuffs. Caitlin instantly grabs a hold of Tabatha and begins sucking on her nipples.

  “Come here,” she says. “It’s my turn.” She rolls Tabatha to the bed on her back and begins to softly caress her neck with her mouth, making her way to her stomach and quietly licking her belly button. As she climbs her way down, she spreads Tabatha’s legs. “Wait here,” she says. Moments later she returns with a glass dildo, one of Tabatha’s favorites. “Let me warm it for you,” she says as she places it in her mouth. “This should do the job,” she says with a smirk. Grabbing a hold of this beautifully curved glass dildo, she places it inch by inch inside of Tabatha’s warm, wet pussy. “I love it when your pussy contracts.” She reaches down and places her moist mouth on Tabatha’s clit, and forces the dildo in and out while forcing Tabatha to reach orgasm. Minutes pass and with what seems to be a sure plan indeed, Caitlin leads Tabatha to full orgasm.

  “Oh my God,” she screams out, as she grips the covers and curves her back off the bed.

  Taking the dildo out of Tabatha’s pussy, Caitlin reaches down there for one last lick, causing her to jerk back and scream, “No more!”

  “What’s wrong, baby, do I have you screaming now? Looks like someone has been a naughty girl.”

  Grocery List

  Theresa grabs the grocery list that she had made the prior week off of the refrigerator. Perfect time to shop, she thinks to herself, the middle of the week and midday; everyone should be at work or school. She quickly snatches up her purse and keys and makes her way to her car in the garage.

  Headed down the street her mind quickly drifts, reminding her of the other errands that need to be run after the grocery store. Bingo: front row parking. As she pulls into the spot, she says to herself, “This must be the sign of a good day.” Ring, ring, her cellphone sounds just as she prepares to get out of the car. She hurriedly answers the phone, catching it on the third ring. “Hello?” she answers.

  “Hi, Hun,” answers her husband on the other line. “How’s your day going?”

  “Good,” she replies. “I just pulled up to the grocery store to do some shopping. I figured I should catch up on some chores since I have the day off.”

  “That reminds me. What are you making for dinner tonight? I am pretty hungry,” he states.

  “I think I will go with fettuccini alfredo with a salad and bread rolls.”

  “Mmm,” he replies. “Can’t wait till I get home; I’m hungry thinking about it. Well, babe, I love you and I will see you later.”

  “Love you too,” Theresa replies. Grabbing a stray shopping cart parked on the side of her car, she makes her way through the parking lot. She rummages through her purse looking for the list she had grabbed off of the refrigerator. Making her way through the produce section she searches for the most perfect and crisp Romaine lettuce. Tomatoes, carrots, celery and more will complete this salad. On to the next section. I need some chicken to complete the fettuccini and then on the pasta section.

  Standing in front of the meat section, something catches Theresa’s eyes. That something stands about 5’9” with wavy, dark hair strung halfway down her back. Her appearance seems to be of a Hispanic descent, and she is extremely gorgeous. “Damn,” Theresa says to herself. It is so inappropriate to stare, but she finds she is unable to turn away. She doesn’t want to miss one second of this incredibly gorgeous woman. She is wearing extremely small shorts that show off her curvaceous body. Her legs are incredibly stacked and it’s apparent that she works out. Nice, tight thighs and ass peer from underneath her barely-there shorts. Her tank top is white and her cleavage pours out of the top. Clearly she has had some enhancement surgery done. That doesn’t seem to bother Theresa at all, trying not to stare she looks away for a moment, hoping to have not appeared like a stalker. Everything about this woman oozes sex appeal, from her nicely manicured toes to her perfectly smooth skin. Her toes were peering out from behind a summer-y wedge. Clearly this woman has a flaw somewhere; no one can be this perfect, she thought to herself, waiting to catch a glimpse of her face. “Oh wow,” she silently says as this mystery woman rolls past her. She is absolutely gorgeous, her lips pouty and full and her eyes beautifully mysterious. Theresa has never been with a woman sexually before, and yet she is so turned on she could hardly compose herself. A woman has never made her feel that way before and she became confused about her sexuality for a moment. What she was feeling was so real and yet she was married to man.

  As Theresa tries to gather her composure, she makes her way to the pasta section and reaches for the noodles that are needed for that night’s dinner. Stretching high toward the shelf, she finally reaches what she needs. As she comes down off of her tippy toes, she looks to the right to see this mysterious woman has been watching her reach up on the shelf.

  As she comes closer, she says, “Hi.”

  “Hello,” Theresa responds. Completely in astonishment, she takes a moment to gather herself. “How are you doing?” she asks.

  “Great, just trying to get some last minute shopping together.”

  “Oh, I was supposed to have done this last week and I am just now getting a chance to get here on my day off,” Theresa replies.

  This mystery woman chuckles a little as she adds, “It is a great time to get shopping done.”

  “I’m Theresa.” She sticks her hand out as she introduces herself.

  “I’m Esmeralda,” she says. “Nice to meet you too.”.

  Theresa tries not to watch her lips move as she talks to her. She can only imagine what it might be like to kiss her. Making sure their conversations isn’t awkward, they part, telling each other bye. As Theresa pushes her cart down the aisle in the opposite direction, she is confused as to why every inch of her body wants to be with Esmeralda. She quickly turns the corner as she begins to feel herself throb down below. Positive she is wet, she can only imagine what Esmeralda would feel like wet. “Stop, this is too much,” she says to herself as she wants to just leave her shopping cart and all her items in the middle of the aisle and go home. Why do I feel like I have to be with her sexually? I feel like a man, she thinks to herself. Before she starts to lose it, she makes her way to the checkout line, hoping she has everything she needs for dinner tonight.

  “These lines seem to be taking forever,” Theresa says out loud to herself.

  “Yes, they do,” answers a voice from behind her. “And to think you choose this time to get away from the crowds.”

  Knowing that this familiar voice belongs to Esmeralda, Theresa hesitates to turn around. After a quick moment she turns around and says, “It’s funny meeting up with you again.”

  “Yes, it is,” responds Esmeralda.

  They engage in
light conversation, Theresa making sure she doesn’t mention having a husband. Feeling completely intrigued and engaged in this conversation, she can feel the chemistry between the two of them. Esmeralda says, “Hey, what are you doing tonight? We should get together and maybe grab a bite to eat.”

  Before Theresa can even think about it, she says, “That sounds like fun. Here is my phone number; call me when you want to go.”

  “Sounds perfect,” she replies as Theresa is rung up by the cashier.

  “Okay,” Theresa says as she grabs her bag to go. “Make sure you call me.”

  “I will,” Esmeralda replies.

  On the way home Theresa is filled with a sense of excitement and guilt as she is overtaken by raging hormones. Finally arriving at her house, she places her groceries on top of the counter, still in a fog about Esmeralda. I know I am supposed to be making dinner for my husband, but deep down I know I really want this opportunity to try to get to know Esmeralda a little better. She fills a pot full of water and places it on the burner to boil. Preparing the chicken for the fettuccini, she makes sure her phone is visible in case of that phone call. Ring, ring. Her phone rings. Hoping it is Esmeralda, she is slightly disappointed that it is her husband.

  “Hey, babe.” She answers the phone. “How are you doing?”

  “Good, babe, and how about you? Did you get a chance to run all your errands?”

  “No,” she says, “I only made it to the grocery store. I met someone there.”

  “Oh, yeah?” he says with curiosity in his voice. “Whom did you meet?”

  “I met a really nice woman. “It was weird because we just really hit it off. She asked me if I wanted to go for drinks or a bite to eat tonight.”

  “Really? That’s a little strange, don’t you think?” he replies.