I am moaning in pleasure in his arms, legs spread, rocking with his motions; enjoying him…
He withdraws the toy and releases me stepping away. “On the bed, serve me.” I get on my knees on the bed facing him. He gets some pillows and puts them between my knees, hands me the toy and commands me to ride it. An acute attack of shyness comes over me. My face gets red and I have trouble looking him in the eye. He reminds me to look him in the eye. I do, feeling acutely vulnerable. I watch him and mount the toy cock, riding it for him.
“I want to watch you cum for me…Do what you’d do if I wasn’t here.”
I really flush red then. But I kept my eyes on his and lean forward in a pony position and start fucking the toy harder, making it hurt inside and feeling orgasms grip me…
I ride it a long time, teasing myself, twisting my nipples, building toward a deep orgasm incrementally. He gets a paddle. “Spank yourself.” I do. I spank my butt, my Mons, my nipples…feeling little spasms of delight wetting my thighs, the toy moving in me to the tune of slurpy sounds. His eyes were growing lusty. He takes the paddle away from me and spanks me hard with it, urging me to ride the toy and to cum. I keep working toward my orgasm, but I’m not ready yet…
I feel a flogger lacing my back with little wonderful welts and I get much closer. I begin to play with my clit for him, pushing and driving toward an orgasm, driving myself down on the toy cock. I am immersed in my womb. I could care less if he is watching any more. I want to cum!
He goes back to using the paddle on me and I lay down to rest my belly on the bed, fingers twiddling my clit maniacally seeking my orgasm. The spanks were intensely painful, but they match my frenzy for an orgasm. Finally the orgasm I’ve been working for possesses my whole being. I quake all over, moaning; overtaken by hard, harsh spasms gripping my pussy, juices flowing out of me.
When I grow still, I feel him pull the toy out of me, and replace it with his cock. He pounds me and I squeal with convulsive orgasms, my over sensitive juicy place screaming in protest, but unable to stop the orgasms. He plunders me, forcing orgasms on me for long moments while he takes his own pleasure from my body. I am panting and breathless, growing more and more frenzied and wanting so badly to scoot away from him. He has my hips in a tight grip, I don’t want to move away from him taking me really…I love that he’s using my body for his pleasure…and yet I can hardly stand the convulsive orgasms. They are painful. It is an erotic and wonderful torment…
I finally feel him filling my body with his energy and his cum and his dominance. I cry out especially loudly as we share the convulsions of orgasm together, twirling me up into and around him. When he lest my hips go and slides out of me I can only lay in a flaccid heap on the bed panting…feeling his cum leaking out of my body to join my own juices on the pillow between my legs. The scent of us fills the room. I feel his arm around me. I wriggle into a restful position for a long while before feeling restless to get up and get a drink and go pee. He kisses me and holds me still, not letting me move while he meditates with me…I have no wish to move after a moment or two of feeling his soul enveloping mine. I am content in his dominance…
June 20, 2008 at 1:12 am
Deliciously hot and intimate.
Thank you for sharing with us.
*smiles* Good morning Fuse!! I hope you are having a terrific day. I’m glad you liked my story. ((hugs))
June 20, 2008 at 3:58 am
Shannee, good morning dear girl.
Thank you for a wonderful piece of erotica, this brings back many memories.
I think what you call flirting, I call reminding my female friends that they are women, and as such wonderfully attractive.
Tomorrow marks the forty-seventh anniversary of my marriage and Mel’s sixty-fifth birthday, a big day for us.
I like to go back and read the comments and your replies, I love the way that you provoke thought.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul
Good morning Paul! Wow! We had quite the weather here yesterday. Kept me offline much of the afternoon. It was Tstorm after Tstorm. Six? Seven in all? It struck down around my house all afternoon. It was an interesting afternoon spiritually, I can tell ya. *grins and winks* The cats were terrified and so were the chicks. I had to go sit with them all.
Ah…so the word flirting, for you, includes the intention to back it up with some thing more physical than just the sweet message of being wonderful. *smiles* Well that explains the response to that word in the past. *chuckles* Isn’t language fun? In America that word means both things; a sweet message that’s shared without deeper intent, but also the dance of romance between two likely partners. Its the behavior that goes with the flirting that defines the intent behind it. Keeping the flirting to flattery in special moments is generally where the line is between the two here….though there’s another sort too and that’s the kind where both enjoy the feint and fantasy of more, with no intention of more. But the word is used in all three instances…usually leading to questions when explaining to one’s friends. I think it likely best if we expandedour vocabulary to use flattery or other words instead. It would save lots of explanations, but we don’t generally do that. Lazy with language we Americans are. LOL!
In the past year, I had forgotten that Mel and I share the Summer Solstice for our birthdays. My ability to stick things into long term memory is so faulty when I’m sick and I’ve been sick for nearly two years now so lots of things are spotty…but I think I recall that you had something that you did last year to remember this special day. Do you have plans again this year?
You must be very lonely for her my friend. I wish that I could give you a hug, which, I know, is not really like to help assuage the deep feelings of missing getting to see and touch your Mel….I guess that I feel deeply sad on your behalf that this part of your relationship with her has changed so dramatically…((Hugs)) I’ll be thinking of you tomorrow.
Oh…and I enjoy that thought provoking aspect of our friendship too. Its really fun for me Paul. *kisses on the cheek* Thanks for being you.
June 20, 2008 at 9:20 am
Sitting in the office on my lunch, this certainly passed the time!! Thanks for sharing.x
Hey there Mickey. *grins* Glad you stopped by…and that you enjoyed my little tale. *winks* Blessings!!
June 20, 2008 at 9:27 am
not only very hot, but also thought and fantasy provoking. I hope you got all you needed. *big hugs*
Hey there comfy!! Soon I hope. Soon. ((hugs))
June 20, 2008 at 4:56 pm
How hot is that!
“I finally feel him filling my body with his energy and his cum and his dominance. I cry out especially loudly as we share the convulsions of orgasm together, twirling me up into and around him.” What an absolutely perfect description. I think that lately, we are both in the same bad way. I hope to remedy that soon. Hope you can as well.
You liked my story? Thanks Alice. *grins* Make you a deal…details upon next events…*winks and grins*
June 23, 2008 at 2:15 am
I need to get back to my men like this. I’m glad you fund him. *soft smile*
I’m glad I found him too. ((hugs)) *sly smile* I’m beginning to think that my imagination is fodder for yours. *grins*
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