His Kitchen (1st time)

They're in the kitchen - working comfortably side-by-side.   He stands behind her and lifts her pony tail up and kisses along her neck.  She leans back against him, laying her head on his chest.  He grabs her pony and yanks her head back further, kisses her deeply and then forces her forward, bent over the counter.  He unzips her jeans and pools them around her ankles - kissing and biting his way down her legs.  She closes her eyes and smiles,  knowing what is coming.  She loves his cock - thick and long; it fills her.  He stops abruptly.  He strips naked, and then does the same to her.  He holds her in his arms - fucking her standing up. She's  wrapped up in his strength.

You Can Quote Me...

"The world recedes, to become a lanscape of cool dark,
as her body takes on the signature of fiery colors in the night.
Her fingers will caress that sable twilight,
wrists circled with metal that is no match for her spirit,
which will ride the burning aura that banishes need,
and makes her a vessel of light."  - Paul Sardanas

"Your body is mine to use as I please.  Do you understand?" - Unknown

"Ouch" - Me (of course never uttered out loud...)

Yes, Just Like That...

...When he comes up behind me, sweeps my hair to the side and kisses my neck and bites my shoulder...

Take Your Clothes Off

…He said firmly but quietly.

“What?” I asked him?

"Take your clothes off."

He stood there leaning against the kitchen counter – one hand in his jeans pocket, the other on the counter – his left leg crossed over the right.

I was suddenly shy and the look on his face wasn’t helping.  He wasn’t exactly smiling, but it wasn’t a smirk either; something in between.  Whatever it was, he looked almost satisfied and it reached his eyes.  I felt myself blush and I turned my back to him and started undressing.

I stood before him, naked.  He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me.  I pressed my hips against him.  He was incredibly hard.  He turned me around so I was facing the counter and spread my legs. 

While he was tasting me from behind, he asked me about the night before.  I had stayed overnight in the city and didn’t know if he would be joining me.  I meant to pack my vibrator in case he didn’t, but completely forgot it.  I told him I made due with my fingers. 

“Will you show me?”

Since he asked, instead of telling me, I stood there quietly.  I turned around and he lifted me up onto the counter.

I sat there, spread open in front of him and watched as he knelt between my legs.  He continued to hold my gaze as he took my clit in his mouth.  He slowly brought me to climax, teasing me with his tongue while he worked his fingers in my cunt. 

After I came, he put his fingers in my mouth and I sucked myself off of him.

He eased me off the counter and I laid my head on his chest, breathless and spent.  Absently, I rubbed his cock through his jeans.

"Is that what you want?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

"Take it out."

I undid his belt and jeans and reached in for him.

Holy Fuck.  He was commando.  I have no explanation as to why this thrilled me, but it did.

I don't know if he carried me or I walked, but the next thing I knew, he had me up against and facing the wall - holding my wrists high above my head.  He fucked me like this; slamming me into the wall, pulling me by my hair, twisting my head around to kiss him.  I turned around and he picked me up, wrapping my legs around him and took me standing up.

There are so many things he does that might not seem like much to him, that elevate this for me and it becomes intensely intimate.

Awake

Sent from tM this morning.

Still working on a post that goes into the night behind this...

A Little Faster

I love how my breath quickens when I know something's coming.  My heart beats against my chest like it wants to be set free...

She Has Risen

She stretches in bed.  She is alone, enjoying the first morning she has been able to sleep-in in what seems like an eternity. 

Slowly she rolls onto her side, winces and, eyes flying wide open, jumps out of bed to the mirror.  Not the long mirror against the wall next to her bed; she smiles as she remembers him watching her in it.  Flipping on the bathroom light she stands in the bright room, hitching down the back of her pajama pants and there it is. 

Beauty.  Pleasure.  Pain.

The hair brush he used left a bruise.

She smiles.

A New Beginning

Maybe it's his former job or his background. She doesn't know, but it's there - he has a presence about him... 

He seemed nervous, though.  But then she took his hand and he calmed.  That was all it took.  A silent permission?  He continually touched her after that - his arm around her, his hand on her hip, his leg against hers.

They were sitting in the balcony, listening to the opening band.  Noise.  It was all just noise.

He turned towards her and put his hand in her hair, grasping it tightly pulling her head back and her face up.  Her breath caught as she closed her eyes to the sweet, sharp feeling of pain; not a lot, but it was enough.  And then his lips were on hers - warm and soft.  She felt his tongue slowly lick across her bottom lip and then he bit down, gently tugging and sucking her into him.  He pulled her head back again and nipped his way down her neck.

There was no noise now; just the sound of the blood rushing in her ears and the whisper of promise.

Play and Non-Play Sex

I spent some time this last week with tO, probably (sadly) for the last time, ever.

There was no play involved, but there were some elements.  He really has the spanking down - not letting up when he knows I'm reaching my pain threshold.  "Spanking through"?  Similar to a running phenomenon running through.

And my hair... grabbing a handful and yanking me back, pulling me into a very uncomfortable backbend.  Painful, scary and intense.  Couple that with his fingers I'm my cunt stroking my g-spot... Hmmm.  I get wet just remembering.

But I noticed a change in me.  I knew we weren't standing in the same D/s roles as before, so it was, for me, just done for me.  I did it because I wanted it, not for him as my D.  I pulled his hands away, wriggled away and spoke out on some of the harder spanks.

I guess that this is it for me.  I have a fear that I won't have TTWD anymore and it will just be an add-on to sex. 

Having what I did with tO and sharing what we did - I WANT that, but can't even wrap my head around anyone but him...

Still speaking in the present tense about this even though it's over.  This pain, the pain in my heart, this pain I don't like.