Memory

Do you remember how it was? That first time we were together?

We stood, rather awkwardly facing each other, in my hotel room.

“You know I don’t expect anything from you?” you said, clearly reading the direction my thoughts had wandered to.

“Does that mean you don’t want anything from me?” I replied. I needed to be sure you did really want me before I made any further moves. I was already a mess inside – torn between wanting to be with you and the consequences such actions could bring.

“Of course I want you. I’m just thinking of how it will be for you… afterwards.”

“Not your concern…” I lifted my tee-shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, letting it fall at my feet.

Your eyes widened at the sight my bare breasts. I took a step towards you, already wet and hot, my exhibitionist kink taking control of me.

Slowly you reached out and stroked the side of my breast, your thumb stroking my nipple. A rush of electricity stung my skin as you pinched my nipple, drawing me closer to you. Bending your head, I remember your mouth covering my swollen areola as you started to suck and tease me with your tongue. I sagged against you slightly, feeling lightheaded. You wrapped an arm around my waist to support me as you continued to torment me with your mouth.

Your other hand popped my jeans button open and slid underneath my soaked pants. Your fingers easily slipped inside me. The surprise of being penetrated after wanting this for so long was enough to make my muscles contract. My first orgasm surged through me, hard and fast, leaving me breathlessly clinging to your chest.

“Take off the rest and lie down,” you commanded.

Removing your own clothes, you climbed onto the bed over my naked body, and made as if to kiss me. I raised my head to meet your lips, only for you to chuckle and nuzzle where my throat met my collarbone, your lips working their way down to my bare, exposed pussy.

I remember your hot breath against my thigh as you started the slow, exquisite torture of the tease – making me think you were going to tastes me several times before, finally, your tongue languidly licked my slit. The rest is a blur of you flicking, licking, sucking, nibbling until, my fingers gripping the sheets, my legs spread unashamedly wide, I came over and over, spasming helplessly under you.

Dazed but energized I knew I wanted to, no, needed to have you in my mouth.

“Your turn,” I think I said, making you smile as you swapped positions to lie back on the bed, leaving room for me to kneel beside you. I let my eyes drift form yours, down over your chest and stomach until they reached your cock, standing to attention. I slid my fingers deep inside myself, collecting my juices, and spread them over your tip, enjoying the transfixed expression on your face as you watched.

Lowering my head, your cock twitched, as if he was trying to reach my lips by his own power, making me giggle. My tongue lazily circled your head, my fingers cupping and playing with your balls. Slowly, deliberately, I licked along your entire length, and took you fully into my mouth and sucking, stroking, flicking my tongue, using every trick I knew to pleasure you. I remember hearing your groan when I opened my throat to take you deeper, your hands in my hair, pulling my head up.

“No, I’m too close and I want to fuck you,” your voice was gravelly and breathless.

Wiping my wet lips with the back of my hand I sat up and positioned myself over you, giving you complete access to see all of me, and lowered down onto you. I think we both moaned out loud at the relief of finally having your cock inside me.

Leaning my ass back against your muscular thighs, I rode you, my desire overtaking any shyness or inhibitions I may have had at the start. Feeling your cock fill me, hitting my spot inside, creating waves of pleasure, I didn’t care about how I looked. My fingers found my clit and I gave you quite a show. You were grasping my hips, almost painfully, supporting me as I fucked myself as you fucked me. I felt myself coming, my cunt clenching around you as you exploded inside me, our sweat soaked bodies shuddering together.

That was our first time, as I remember it… before you tied me to the bedposts and brought out the pinwheel and clamps. Then the fun really began…

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Waking…

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My eyes still closed, warm and comfortable under the bedclothes, relishing that blissful semi-waking state, in between slumber and awareness… my thoughts drift to you. I picture your smiling face, your kind eyes crinkled at the corners as you look down at me, your wide shoulders and chest, strong arms that I long to have wrapped around me.

I imagine you are here. Standing at the end of my bed.

In my fantasy I am dressed and we are standing facing each other, uncertain what will happen next. You reach out and cup my face in your large hands, your eyes travelling over my face and down my body. I feel myself flush under your gaze, a flutter deep in my stomach and heat flares between my legs. I lick my lips, our eyes lock, your pupils wide and dark. Breathing fast, craving your lips on mine, I tilt my face up further, inviting. Your mouth covers mine, achingly slowly, gently. Your tongue tentatively licks mine, tasting me, before probing deeper, kissing me more urgently and passionately. Your arms pull me closer, crushing me against you and I cling on, feeling breathless and lightheaded. Your arousal is evident, straining against the dark denim at your crotch, pressing against my stomach.

You break the kiss and stand back slightly from me. Your hands at my waist, fingers hot against my skin as you lift my tee shirt up over my ribcage and past my chest. I raise my arms to allow you to pull my top off and throw it to the floor. I stand before you in my jeans and blue lace bra, blood hammering in my eardrums, heart racing. Wanting you to take me.

Your fingers slide under the straps at my shoulders, pushing them down my arms as your lips trace over my collar bones, making the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand. Your teeth graze my skin. You pull the cup down and pinch my nipple, rolling it between your fingers before moving down to take it in your mouth. I can’t help but roll my head back as you suck hard on it while your hand plays with my other breast, squeezing it. I rub my hips against you, your erection hard on my tummy. I reach to touch it and you step back.

“Off,” you say, pointing at my bra. I reach around and unclasp it and let it fall. My mind full of doubt and insecurity at what you will think. Your eyes wander over me, darkening.

Your hands on my shoulders, you press me down to sit and then lie back at the edge of the bed. Opening my jeans button and slowly unzipping them, I lift my hips slightly to make it easier for you to slide my clothes down my thighs and over my feet.

You kneel at the end of the bed and spread my legs open, just taking a moment to look at my smooth, wet cunt before sinking your head between my hips. I clutch the bed cover as I feel your feather light kisses on my inner thighs, teasing me, taunting me. I want your mouth on me. I want your tongue licking me, inside me. I arch my back and try to press down onto you and hear a chuckle as you continue to deny me, licking my soft skin.

I groan as I feel your finger push inside me, gliding in easily, aided by how wet and ready I am for you. As you stroke inside me, pressing against my sweet spot, your lips finally find my clit and toy with her, sucking and gently pulling her, before your tongue flicks and you begin to feast on me. I have never been tongue-fucked as well before and feel the pressure of my orgasm approaching almost too quickly, but I don’t fight it. It surges through me, ripping me apart. I hear a guttural cry and realise it’s coming from me as I clutch the back of your head. You remain at my soaked cunt, torturing me to a second orgasm as your fingers reach up to pull on my nipples. I cry for you to please stop. It feels unbearable but I come again, spasming uncontrollably under your firm grip.

Your lips are on mine, I can taste myself on you, sweet, as you suck on my tongue. I want to know how you taste so badly.

I push you off me and onto your back, and kneeling between your open legs, I undo your jeans, reach inside and feel the silky skin of your hard cock. I push your jeans and boxers down to free your balls so I can take them into my mouth and softly suck them, running my tongue over them while my hand strokes you, listening to your breathing get heavier and faster. Pressing my tongue flat against you, I run it up along the ridge to your glans, where I swirl my wet tongue around it’s velvety, swollen head, tasting your pre cum before I take you fully into my mouth. I use my tongue to tease the tip of your cock as my hand continues to fuck you, sucking you. I look up and our eyes meet. Yours are dark and unfocused, you are lost in the sensations, but you see my smile as I adjust my position to take you in deeper. Dipping low I open my throat and feel you fill it. I hold you there as my tongue works around you, hearing you low groan of pleasure and feeling your fingers in my tangled hair. The thickness of you makes my mouth water and saliva runs down your shaft as I moan to give you a new sensation. Your hands abruptly take my chin and force me to stop, pulling my head up from your crotch.

Pulling me on top of you, you make it clear you want to finish inside my cunt.

I straddle you and lower myself down onto you, my hands on your chest, pressing my breasts together. I ride you, slowly at first, but am unable to stop myself from slamming against you, wanting you deeper and harder inside me. My breasts bounce as I fuck you, grinding against you, feeling another orgasm building.

I look down at you, your hands grasping my bucking hips, I see your face change as my cunt walls tightly contract around you, milking your orgasm from you. Your fingers bruise my skin as you dig them into my ass, your face contorting. You groan out loudly.

We slow our pace, sweating and breathless. I slump, exhausted and lie my face down against your smooth chest and feel you shrink from me, your hot come seeping out to bind us stickily together.

I open my eyes, take my wet fingers from between my legs and suck them. Relaxed and radiant after my morning of daydreaming.

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Confession

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“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”

“How long since your last confession?”

“I’m sorry Father, I can’t even remember.”

“Go on my child, tell me your sins. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit…”

I smile in the darkness and take a breath.

“I’ve been having bad thoughts Father.”

“What are these thoughts about?”

“Well… There’s this man…”

“Yes?”

“I think about him when I lie in bed Father. And when I think about him…”

“Carry on.”

I unbutton my blouse and pull it open, my breasts spilling free, nipples hard and erect as I continue.

“I touch myself when I think of him. His dark curls, his brown eyes, his build. I can’t help myself. I imagine it’s him touching me.”

My hands cup my breasts, fingers pulling on my nipples, stretching them, twisting them as the heat between my thighs grows and I feel myself getting wetter. I see him shift in his seat through the mesh and grin, loving that I have made him squirm. I watch as he runs his hands through the dark curls I described.

“Father, I think about what he would taste like in my mouth. How he would feel on my tongue, in my throat, inside me…”

He gasps from the other side of the confession box.

I unzip my jeans, push them and my pants down onto my thighs, parting my legs to slide my hand down to feel how wet I am. I know he heard the sound of the zip, his head inclines ever so slightly and I think he glances through the mesh divide. I breathe heavily, wanting him to hear me.

“I think about his body, what it would look like, naked. I imagine he is firm and toned under that black shirt and white collar he wears. I think about touching his body, running my hands over his chest and shoulders, pressing myself against him, smelling him. I imagine he has some dark hair on his chest and that my fingers play with it as I feel him hardening against me. Father?”

He clears his throat and shifts his weight in his seat, “Yes?”

“Can you see me?” I ask innocently, turning to face the grille, exposing myself fully, my breasts full and round, chest flushed pink.

“The Sacrament of Penance is anonymous.” His voice has a throaty quality to it now and I know I am affecting him.

“Father, I think you can see me. You can see my naked body and what I am doing to myself. I think you like it… I think you like looking at my bare little pussy, you like watching my fingers on my wet cunt, ” I whisper as I push my fingers inside and then bring them to my mouth to suck them, relishing the sharp intake of breath I hear through the grid.

“Father, would you like to taste me? I think you want to touch yourself too… you do, don’t you?” I see him moving in his seat, he is breathing heavily.

“I’m touching myself now Father. I am so wet… my pussy is dripping wet and I am rubbing myself. I’m rubbing myself and thinking of you,” my fingers on my clit, stroking and circling, “I’m thinking of you, naked in my bedroom. I am lying stretched out on my bed, stripped and exposed for you, for you to do whatever you want to me.”

A low groan from him and I know he has started to touch himself. My smile widens.

“I’m thinking of you pushing your hard cock into my mouth. I want to suck it, lick it, I want to choke on it as you thrust it into my throat. I want to feel your balls slapping against my chin, your hands grabbing my hair as you fuck my face.”

I am writhing in my seat, jeans and pants pushed down, naked from my neck to my mid thighs, knowing he is watching me through the lattice.

“I want you to put your face between my legs Father. I want to feel your mouth on me, your tongue licking me, drinking me in. I am so wet for you. I want your fingers inside me, pumping me as you eat me out. I’m fucking myself right now Father, thinking about you.”

The sounds of my fingers working on my wet cunt are impossible to disguise. The air in the confined box is heavy with the smell of arousal and sex. I hear his breathing getting harder and faster.

“I know you are watching me Father. I know what you are doing. It feels good, doesn’t it? Imagine your hand is my pussy. My hot, wet, hungry pussy, tight around you as you fuck me. I’m close Father, I’m going to come. Are you close?”

A very low growl from his side of the confessional tells me he is close.

“Father!” my voice a hoarse whisper, “I’m coming! I am fucking coming just for you!” the pressure builds and then erupts as my orgasm tears through my body, spasming, struggling to not cry out, as I bite down on my free fist.

“Aaaahhhh…” he groans and I know he has come too. I lick my fingers, making the sucking sounds very clear for him, button my blouse up and fix my pants and jeans.

“Thank you Father, for hearing my confession. I can’t say I am sorry though…”

Only the sound of heavy breathing from across the mesh as I leave the confessional, grinning and feeling very proud of my achievement, thinking of the next time I will visit for another confession.

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Silver Lining Girl

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Bills… bills… and more bills.

Just when we thought we could possibly drag ourselves out of this hell hole, the car packs up. Yes, the car… we can’t afford one each. My two feet and our crappy public transport system are my only means of traversing the city, but he needs the car to get to work. My recent repeated trips to the medical centre for a bug I just couldn’t shake off didn’t help matters but, he had insisted I go.

He is unhappy, stressed. Perpetually teetering on the edge, barely holding it together most days.

He says he should just get over it, be a better, stronger man.

He says I deserve better.

He says the little white pills that keep him just this side of coping are an extravagance that he should be able to live without.

He cries at night when he thinks I can’t hear him. When he thinks I am asleep next to him, I hear him stifling his tears into the pillow and my heart aches. I long to reach out to him, hold him and comfort him, but I know my man well enough to understand that he would be even more devastated to realise I have seen his hidden vulnerable side.

He says he got us into this mess, it should be him to get us out.

His self-doubt and self blame is blinding him to how little I care about money, about things, about nights out. I fear he has become blind to my total love and unconditional acceptance of him.

I needed to do something…

This morning, I stopped by the charity discount shop and browsed. I knew exactly what I needed to buy and had the grand total of €10 to spend. It wasn’t easy but I’ve always been frugal and I am good at sniffing out a bargain. Pleased with my purchases and smiling to myself, I headed home to cook our supper.

I hear the screech of the car braking in the drive and wince. He really shouldn’t be still driving that thing… that deathtrap. I worry every time he leaves the house in it. Glancing down at myself, checking one last time that everything is in place, I wait, half anxious, half excited, for him to come through the door.

“Christ baby, that was a hell of a day! That bastard Dan is still fucking me around. I swear one day I’ll go fucking postal on their asses!” he enters the kitchen and stops dead, mouth agape, hand frozen mid-air, about to do his customary head stroking that he always does when he is stressed.

Dropping his bag to the floor, the traces of a grin twitching around his lips, he tilts his head and asks, “What’s this?”

I stand on my tip toes, extend my arms out from my sides, and perform a very slow pirouette in front of him, allowing him to take in the view.

The tiny black skirt I had found in the sale bin is scandalously short, barely covering my ass and is certainly not a skirt to bend over in public in. The lacy tops of my sheer stockings tantalizingly peep out from the hem, the suspenders holding them in place just about visible. On top, a sheer, translucent chiffon black blouse, that leaves no doubt as to the absence of any bra underneath, my nipples erect and pushing through the delicate fabric. The blatant look of desire on his face causes a heat flare between my legs and my stomach flips.

Coyly, I raise an eyebrow to him when I finished my twirl, a smile spreading across my lips as I take my bottom lip between my teeth and bite it, looking straight into his eyes.

He stands, transfixed, as I lithely lift myself up onto the counter top and part my nylon-covered thighs to reveal my bare, smooth pussy, already pink and glistening wet for him.

Slowly, deliberately, I unbutton my blouse and allowed it to fall away from my shoulders, placing my hands flat on the worktop, pushing my full breasts out towards him.

“Jesus…” he breathes and takes a step towards me. I pull him into my arms and tease his lips with the tip of my tongue, feeling his hot breath against me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Grabbing a handful of my hair, his mouth presses against mine, pushing his tongue deep inside, meeting mine and exploring as his other hand grips my throat and he moves between my spread legs, rubbing himself against me.

My legs wrapped around him, I reach down, inadvertently touching myself and realising how soaking wet I am for him, and feel his erection through his trousers, grasping it through the light material and squeezing gently. I slowly unzip him and release his gloriously hard cock into my small hand, stroking it, massaging it. His fingers leave my throat, tracing down to cup my breast and squeeze my nipple, making me wetter and hotter. I feel the flush rising over my chest and face.

He breaks the kiss momentarily to lean down and nibble my hard nipple, biting it gently; hurting me but not really hurting me. I take the opportunity to whisper into his ear, “I want you in my mouth. I’ve been thinking about tasting you all day,” my hand still working on his smooth, silky erection.

Looking into my eyes, he lifts me off the counter and I gesture for him to sit on the floor, his back against the cupboard to support him. Kneeling on the cold hard floor at his hip, I lean down and take his testicles into my mouth, swirling my wet tongue over them, humming and sucking very softly, all the time stroking his length. I lick up along his cock, toying with the head before taking it into my mouth and teasing the tip with my tongue, savouring the clear liquid that had leaked out.

I love sucking him. I love making him come in my mouth.

Sucking, licking, my mouth wet and hot, I work to give him pleasure, to help him forget his worries, to get lost in the moment. His hands knotted in my hair as he writhes under me, I bend down further, opening and relaxing my throat to allow him glide in, feeling how big he is in my small mouth, filling me entirely. My fingers slide underneath, finding his soft spot behind his balls, pressing it, stroking it, loving hearing the growls and grunts from him as he gives himself entirely to me. His hot salty load shoots into my mouth and I eagerly swallow it, licking clean any residue that remains left on him.

His hands grip my head and bring my face to his, his eyes searching mine.

I see everything in those eyes; his love, his gratitude, but also his wonder and struggle to accept that he is enough for me.

Just him. That I love just him.

I rise unsteadily to my feet and offer him my hand, walking him into the lounge.

Again, his eyes widen in surprise, taking in the picnic of bread, cheese, deli meats and wine that I have laid out on the carpeted floor. I throw a cushion next to the picnic and tell him to sit while I remove his shoes and turn on music. The songs of our early dating years flood the room and he laughs, opening his arms to me. I curl up next to him and we fall back to lie on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms, his nose buried in my hair.

As the first song ends I realise I can hear him softly crying. Raising myself up onto my elbow, my breast resting against his chest, I wipe his tears with my fingers and plant butterfly kisses over his eyelids.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, I’m so, so sorry, for everything,” he whispers shamefully.

“Ssssh, Baby, I love you. I don’t need anything else. We will work this out. Remember when we first got together? We had nothing! Less than we have now, but we made it work. We made it work because we loved each other. We are far from over and we are far from broken. Do you believe me? We have each other, what else do we need?”

He manages a sad smile, kisses me gently and says, “What would I do without you, huh? My little sliver-lining girl.”

We lie together, his hands stroking my bare back.

Supper can wait.

There is more love to be made yet.

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Sir and Little Girl… A Bad Day At The Office

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FYI: if rough sex isn’t your bag you’d best move along now…

The door slammed. She heard his keys being thrown onto the console table in the hall and braced herself. Like a tornado, he tore into the kitchen, his face and mood dark as an overcast sky; eyes blazing, jaw tense, mouth twisted into a snarl. She watched his hands drop to his waist as he undid his leather belt, feeling an exquisite blend of arousal and trepidation; a hot, throbbing itch between her legs.

“Turn around. Hands on the counter,” he commanded.

She turned and placed her hands on the smooth oak counter top and bent over, sticking her ass out slightly and tensed herself in anticipation. His hands roughly shoved her skirt up over her hips and yanked down her underwear to her knees.

She heard the crack of the belt cutting through the air before the sting spread across her buttocks, red hot. Biting her lip as the next blow landed, the metallic taste coated her tongue, tears sprung to her eyes. The leather connected once more, this time on her thighs, wrapping around and clipping the front as well as the back, a low whimpering moan escaped from her bloody lips.

He watched the redness rise on her bare ass, felt himself grow stiff and rained down three more blows over her skin, relishing the heady sensations of total power and control that coursed through him.

She was perfect. Always ready to satisfy his needs. His little fucktoy.

Trembling, legs shaking, she clung on to the counter waiting for the next thrashing. Instead, she felt his hand grabbing a tight fistful of her chestnut hair and jerking her head back. She stilled; stayed in the position he wanted and swallowed as she felt the belt snake around her neck, the cool buckle tightening at the nape. Her breathing slowed and became shallower as she surrendered herself to the constriction he applied, eyelids half-closed, mouth open. Her nipples hardened, tingled, ached to be pinched or bitten. The wetness between her legs intensified as she pressed her naked thighs together and squirmed.

Her eyes flew open as she felt his rough, calloused fingers part her thighs and plunge deep inside her. He began finger fucking her; hard, slamming her hips against the edge of the kitchen cupboard. His other hand remained gripping the belt, preventing her from pulling away as he pounded his fingers into her, growing harder and stiffer with every thrust.

The need to possess her was overwhelming.

He needed to claim her.

Use her.

Every orifice.

Everything.

Dropping his hold on the belt, he opened his zip and released his throbbing erection. He grabbed her hip and rubbed it teasingly against her dripping slit.

She was always so ready for him. Such a good little slut!

Thrusting his hips, he entered her, smashing her against the cupboard, his hand in her hair, holding her face pressed down against the oak counter, so he could see one eye looking back up at him, smudged mascara staining her cheek. Pounding into her, releasing the frustration and anger he had pent up inside himself all day. Knowing she wanted nothing more than to please him, to be his little fucktoy, the need to make her totally his once again surged through him.

Pulling out of her abruptly, smirking at her disappointed groan, he spun her around and pushed her to her knees on the hard granite floor. She opened her mouth wide, ready for him and he rammed himself into her, forcing her to deepthroat him. Tears leaked from her eyes as she gagged on his length, looking up at him as he thrust repeatedly into her throat, gripping the back of her head, keeping her from pulling back. He looked down at her, feeling the tightness of her throat around him, loving the agony on her face.

Knowing that he couldn’t hold out much longer, he withdrew from her drooling mouth and pressed her down onto all fours, positioning himself behind her. She raised her ass in offering to him and he spread her cheeks wide. Holding his cock in one hand, he teased her opening with it before slowly pushing into her most private, most intimate place. A groan escaped her lips as she felt him filling her completely; hot and throbbing. Painful, burning, but so, so good.

She wanted to be owned.

Claimed.

Used by him.

It was a deep, primal need in her that only he could fulfil. Her brain fogged, her vision blurred, she was vaguely aware of the sound of her own cries and grunts. She felt outside of her own body; floating, free.  At this moment he could do anything to her and she would permit it.

This was the place she needed to be; no thoughts, no cares, no worries.

Drunk.

High.

Flying through the ecstasy of subspace.

Slamming into her, faster, harder, slapping her ass cheeks, knowing her knees would be raw from the cold hard floor, he felt it overtake him. He bucked and spasmed as he came, feeling the tightening and then the sweet release of his hot load erupting into her.

Sweating, breathless, he lifted up her limp body, his arm cradling her under her breasts, one hand cupping her throat, tenderly resting her head against his chest and whispered in her ear, “My little girl… I love you.”

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First Time…

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The smells of alcohol and food hit my nostrils as I walk into the bar. I scan the room, searching for him. He is sitting at the bar with a drink, watching me with a smile on his face. I am wearing my black dress, stupidly high heels and sheer black stockings. When I see him, I slowly walk over, careful not to trip in the shoes I bought specially for him.

I climb up onto the bar stool next to him and say, “Hi babe, I’ll have a glass of red please.” Acting much braver and more confident than I feel, I lean over and very lightly place a kiss on his lips. As I pull away, he cups the back of my head and draws me back for a longer kiss and breathes, “Hi gorgeous,” into my ear.

He orders my drink and suggests we move to a private corner booth away from the bar. Standing up, he takes my hand to help me down off the stool and walks me across the bar, his strong hand pressing on the small of my back.

He brings me my drink and sits next to me, his arm over the back of the booth, body turned towards me and he looks at me for a few seconds, his eyes scanning my face. This is the first time we have ever met in the flesh. I look back at him, drinking in his eyes, the eyes I have only ever seen on a screen. They are even more stunning in real life, deep green, peppered with flecks of amber. I could look into them forever and never want to stop.

I giggle and blush with nerves. He tells me he likes what I am wearing and that I look good. I ask if I am not a disappointment in the flesh, and he gives me the look that I have grown to love. He looks directly into my eyes, tilts his head slightly to the right, and asks why on earth I would say that. His intense gaze, filled with kindness and sincerity, makes me feel foolish for asking my question.

I shrug my shoulders and say it doesn’t really matter and take a sip of my wine. We start to talk about how we feel, that we are both nervous. From nowhere, we both erupt into a burst of giggles. Our foreheads touch as we laugh, I smell the beer on his breath and, out of the blue, his lips are on mine, his hand cupping the side of my face.

The kiss deepens. The bar is practically empty, but even if it wasn’t we don’t really care. His thumb strokes my face. The only parts of us touching are our lips and his hand to my face. I reach out and put my hand on his thigh.

I tighten my grip and dig my fingers into the hard muscle of his thigh and hear him groan into my mouth. We break the kiss and breathlessly look into each other’s eyes, foreheads touching.

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to see you and to taste you, do you really want to finish that drink?”

I toy with the idea of messing with him by saying yes, that I want to stay in the bar. But the throbbing between my legs wins out over my teasing nature and I shake my head, “Fuck the drink, how about you just fuck me instead?”

His face breaks into a huge grin, he takes my hand and leads me to the lift. His hand pressed again into the small of my back as he presses the call button.

The doors open and he guides me in, ever the gentleman. As the doors close I reach over and take his hand in mine and squeeze it, feeling the roughness of his palm against my softer one. He pulls me close and whispers my name as our bodies press together, the scent of his aftershave, spicy and woody, making me dizzy. I rarely wear perfume, and I wonder if he likes my natural vanilla/toffee scent.

“You know, I want this so much but I’m scared…”, his fingers brush my hair out of my eyes and his thumb strokes my bottom lip, “I know gorgeous, I’m a bit scared too, no pressure, ever,” he replies.

The doors open and we step out, holding hands. He leads me to the door of the room he has booked. I’m throbbing in anticipation and desire but my heart is racing… What if we don’t gel? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I don’t like him?!

He opens the room door and leads me in. Slowly he presses me against the wall and lifts my arms over my head. I feel his warm breath on my ear as he whispers for me to keep my arms raised until he says different. He sinks to his knees before me and pushes my dress up over my thighs and hips, using his hand to part my knees.

He sits back on his feet and looks at me, examining my smooth bare pussy. His rough fingers spread me open, slipping one inside and finding how wet I am. He comes in close and inhales me, breathing deep and moaning because he loves my scent, pushing my dress up further, over my stomach and chest. Rising to his feet, he pulls the dress over my raised arms and throws it on the floor.

He steps back, his eyes roaming over me, enjoying the sight of me in my quarter cup bra, sheer black hold up stockings, nothing else.  Watching him looking at me causes my breath to quicken and my heart to race. I long for him to touch me. His eyes take in every inch of me, from my toes, up along my calves and parted thighs, lingering at my pussy, over my stomach and breasts, taking in my flushed face and finally looking straight into my eyes. He steps towards me, lowers my arms and leads me over to the bed.

Pressing me down to sit on the edge, he once again drops to his knees and pushes my thighs far apart. His fingers play with me while I sit on the edge of the bed, looking down, watching him. His head lowers and I gasp as I realise what is about to happen.

His gorgeous eyes meet mine as he very slowly licks me, his hands on my hips holding me in place. Sitting on the bed edge, watching him work on me is so fucking erotic I can barley stop myself from coming immediately. His thick fingers spread me wide open and I feel his hot wet tongue sink inside me as he starts to suck on my clit. My hands go to my breasts and I pull on my hard nipples that are spilling out from the quarter cup bra. He licks and sucks faster, watching me play with myself. I throw my head back as I spasm when my first orgasm washes over me. He stays, gently licking me, but I can’t bear any more and beg him to stop. Kissing my inner thighs, he raises up to put his mouth on mine, letting me suck on his tongue as his hand finally find my nipples for the first time.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down on top of me, pressing myself against his groin, making his jeans wet. I run my hands underneath his shirt and touch the skin of his back, then come around the front to undo the buttons and shove it off his broad defined shoulders. He pulls it off completely as I kiss his neck and chest. I stretch up to put my mouth against his ear and whisper, “I want you in my mouth”.

He stands up, kicks off his shoes and pulls off his jeans and socks. I lie across the bed, hanging my head off the edge and signal for him to come stand at my head. I open my mouth and raise my eyebrow to him and he knows what to do. He slides inside my mouth, feeling my warmth and wetness. He takes it slowly, knowing I have little control with this position and he doesn’t want to choke me. Languidly pushing himself into me and back out, I suck and play with him with my tongue. He pulls out completely and offers me his balls, which I take into my mouth as much as I can and suck gently on them, running my tongue over them and groaning as I do it. Moaning with pleasure, he plunges his cock back between my lips again.

I relax my throat completely and reach my arms around and cup his ass with my hands, taking him in deeper into my mouth. I feel him entering my throat and I accept him, holding him there before he slides back out again. My mouth is dripping wet and saliva is running down my jaw as he continues to fuck my mouth until I feel his ass clench hard and he cries out. His hot salty juice fills my mouth and I dig my fingers into his ass as I drink in what he offers me. He softens against my tongue and leaves my lips. He bends down to kiss me, telling me how good it felt.

Lying down beside me, we move up so our heads are on the pillows. He takes me in his muscular arms and kisses the top of my head. His hand traces the skin along my spine, sending shivers through me.

“I want to watch you play, gorgeous,” he says and I look up at him, a grin spreading over my flushed face. I sit up and straddle him, kneeling on his thighs and slowly run my hands down along my body. I put two fingers inside myself and bring them to my mouth, licking them for him to see.

My left hand takes my nipple and pulls on it, stretching it, making me even wetter. I stroke myself in front of him, my legs spread wide so he can see everything I do. I watch his cock stir against his leg and know this is turning him on again. HIs eyes are glued to where my hand is, mouth open. I am fingerling myself fast, close to coming but I need help.

“Help me babe, pinch it…” and he reaches up and takes my nipples in his fingers and pinches hard, making me cry out from the bliss the pain brings me. Flicking them very hard with his finger and thumb, I can’t stop myself from coming, loudly, crying out again as the intense pleasure of my orgasm makes me lose control.

He pulls me down and hugs me tight, knowing how much I am feeling and wanting to offer me comfort. I kiss his cheek and feel his erection against me, stiff and hot. “How do you want me?” I ask and he rolls me over onto my back.

Grasping my long spiked heels in each hand, he lifts my feet up into the air and enters me with one fluid stroke, then pulls out completely before slamming back into me. My knees are knocking against my breasts as he pounds me mercilessly, filling me completely. On his knees, he drives into me faster and harder, making me cry out again as he nearly rips me in two. Letting go of my feet and lying down over me, he slows down and becomes more gentle. We grind against each other in time until the sweat pools on our stomachs and groins. He looks down at me as if I am precious and brushes the damp hair from my face. I feel him give one last shuddering thrust and he sighs as he comes again and stays inside me, slowly shrinking and leaving me. I feel his hot sticky fluid seep out of me onto the bedspread.

He kisses his way down along my breast, stomach and hips, lifting them up, wrapping his hands around them as his tongue licks away his own juice from me. Writhing against him, so aroused that he is cleaning me, caring for me. The heat spreads from where his tongue is, up through my entire body, sending electricity through my skin and I quake with the power of this orgasm, shaking and sweating. Every nerve ending in my body explodes, I cry his name out loud and press my thighs together around his head, feeling the intense, almost painful, pleasure as I come for him.

Gently nuzzling his way back up my body his eyes look deeply into mine and he says, “I’ve waited so long Gorgeous, and this has been worth every second of it. I’m fucking crazy about you.”

Feeling satisfied and incredibly happy and completely in love, I wrap my arms around his neck, pull him down and whisper into his ear, “me too babe.”

*

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The Affair… (Part III) Home


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We have ordered room service.

We sit cross-legged, Indian style, across from each other, in fluffy bathrobes and chew on our supper.

We keep glancing at each other and grinning. Both of us so glad this risky meeting has turned out so well… it could have been a disaster.

“Here,” he offers me a piece of his steak and I accept and pass my sub to him for a bite. The simple ordinariness of sharing food feels so normal… so right.

My mood darkens as an unwelcome thought enters my head, “How am I going to go back to my normal life after this?’

“Lexi? Baby?” concern in his blue eyes, his brow furrowed.

I shake my head and smile, now is not the time to dwell on reality and home. For now, I just want to savour every single moment I have with him.

“Nothing babe, just thinking… Hey! I want to see where you live!” it’s out of my mouth before I have time to think.

Am I pushing too far? Will he think I’m too intrusive?”

He smiles, “You do?”, takes a moment, his eyes on my face, really looking at me.

“Okay baby, tomorrow. I’ll take you home.”

I stifle a yawn. The travelling, the excitement, the nerves, the mind-blowing sex has finally caught up with me.

He takes our plates away and pulls down the sheet. His hands undo my robe and he pushes it from my body and lays it at the end of the bed. Picking me up, he lies me down, my head on the soft pillow, removes his robe and climbs in beside me.

Wrapping me up in his big arms, he kisses my nose and whispers, “Sleep baby.”

 *

I wake up all at once, as I always do… Bang! Awake.

He is sleeping next to me, snoring lightly. I take the time to just watch him. His face is unlined in sleep, completely relaxed.

He looks so young…

I wrap myself in my robe and walk across the room to make coffee. He stirs as I put the cup down on his bedside table, blue eyes open and a smile is instantly on his lips.

He reaches up and grabs me, pulling me down and pinning me to the bed. My face is covered in kisses and his hands tickle me through my robe. I throw my head back and howl with giggles, “Nooooo! Will! Stop, stop!” gasping to catch my breath.

His hands still and he looks down at me. His mouth covers mine with the softest, most gentle kiss imaginable, “Morning baby.”

He is naked underneath the sheet and he opens my robe and spreads it wide. I shrug my arms out from the sleeves and wrap my arms around his neck as we kiss.

His hands run over my body, stroking my breasts, mouth on my neck, working down to take my nipple between his lips and suck on it. His palm slides down between my legs and fingers slip inside me, pressing against my tender spot inside, his thumb working on my clit.

I moan in pleasure and know it is not going to take me long to come. Opening my legs wide, I rock against him and surrender to my orgasm, feeling it run through my body all the way up my spine to my scalp.

He lies on top of me and enters me slowly, making sure I can accommodate him. Resting on his elbows, he looks down at me, our eyes locked on each other as he moves I and out of me with long slow thrusts.

We do not kiss.

We do not speak.

We simply look at each other and feel the connection grow between us with every stroke. His hand brushes my hair from my face, caresses my cheek, stroke my lips. I take his thumb into my mouth and gently suck on it.

His eyes cloud over and he spasms over me, his hips driving into me, bucking uncontrollably as he comes. His head thrown back, a groan of complete satisfaction leaves his lips and he looks down at me and kisses me deeply and sweetly.

I realize I am undeniably, unequivocally in love with him.

 *

On the train we sit, holding hands and talking.

Once he opens up, and begins to talk, he is funny and smart. We play “guess what that person does”, thinking up bizarre and ridiculous occupations and relationships for our fellow travellers.

I snort so loudly at one point that a woman diagonally across from us glances up, startled.

“Lexi baby, I love hearing you laugh,” he strokes my chin and plants a light kiss on the tip of my nose. The startled woman looks away discreetly… how very British! My natural Irish nosiness would never allow me be so tactful. As we say at back home, “she’d go up your arse for information”.

The train pulls to its final destination. We are here!

 *

He unlocks his front door and we enter his hallway. It is plain, neutral, minimalist.

“You want the grand tour?” he jokes and takes my hand to lead me through to his living area, an open-plan kitchen/lounge, decorated in muted greys and blues.

The lounge is dominated by a massive, oversized sofa and giant flat screen HDTV on the wall. A typical bachelor then!

“Hey baby I’ve nothing in, so are you ok to stay here, or do you want a trip to the shop with me?”

The temptation to be alone in his house is too great, and I opt to stay.

“Make yourself at home baby,” he grabs his car keys and leaves me with another kiss.

I kick off my shoes and walk around his kitchen.

Opening the fridge I see he wasn’t kidding. Apart from a couple of bottles of beer, cheese and various jars of condiments, it is bare. Yep… bachelor.

Stealing myself, feeling slightly guilty, I climb the stairs. He did say to make myself at home

His bedroom door is open.

Double bed, dresser, bedside tables, a built-in mirrored slide wardrobe. The walls again the soft grey he obviously favours.

The next door along is ajar and I tentatively push it open to see a large glass drafting table, angled 40 degrees, containers of pens, pencils and Sharpies, stacks of thick sketching paper.

Lying on the table is an unfinished drawing of abstract patterns and shapes, intricate in its detail. The swirling lines are obviously inspired by nature and I can make out what appears to be a female form, knotted up in the spirals and flowing strokes of black ink.

It is beautiful.

I knew he worked in graphic design but I had no idea he was this good. Looking around the walls I see multiple drawing pinned up.

Some are vivid in colour, neon blues and greens bursting from the sheets. Others are elegant black and white sketches.

Feeling as if I have crossed a line into invading his privacy I turn and leave, making sure to leave the door ajar as I had found it.

The front door opens and closes and I hear him call, “Honey! I’m home!” and laughs.

I appear at the top of the stairs, red-faced.

“Snooping are we?” he grins up, but there is not a trace of anger or irritation on his face. He simply looks delighted to see me.

I launch myself down the stairs and into his arms. He struggles to balance the shopping bags he is carrying as I leap up and wrap my legs around his waist. He carefully squats, lowers the bags to the floor and kisses me, smiling at the same time.

He carries me through and sits on his big sofa, me straddling him. Looking into his eyes, breathing fast, my heart pounding in my chest…

I want to please him.

To taste him.

I slide off his lap and kneel before him between his legs. Keeping my eyes on his, I unbutton his jeans and lower his zip. The desire is patent on his face, eyes dark and hooded, his mouth open.

Pulling his jeans and shorts down past his hips I look at his erection, hard and smooth in front of me. Taking him in my hand I begin to stroke him slowly. He licks his lips and balls his hands up at his sides, pressing down into the seat.

I lean forward and put my tongue at the base of his cock and oh so slowly lick along the underside from the root all the way up the ridge to his frenulum, where I pause to flick my tongue over this most sensitive part of him.

He moans involuntarily and I try not to smile. I lick his length and gradually take his whole head into my mouth, sucking gently at it, my hand at the base of him stroking up and down. I swirl my tongue around the tip, licking off the drop of pre-cum that has appeared there. I take a moment to cast my eyes up and see he is looking down at me. Our eyes meet and he groans again, his hands in my hair. I return to licking, gently sucking at each testicle in turn, and then using my whole tongue to run up and down his cock, my hand reaching up to rest on his chest. He grasps it in his and interlocks our fingers.

I use my free hand to stroke and caress his balls as my mouth continues to work on him. I feel his hips start to thrust, his breathing getting faster, his hand grabbing a clump of my hair.

I grab his hips with both my hands and pull him closer, moaning, creating vibrations along his skin.

I love him fucking my mouth and want him to thrust into me.

Feeling his tip at the back of my throat, I kneel up higher and adjust my head to allow him to enter me deeply, completely filling my mouth and and throat.

He cries out, driving his cock into my mouth. I taste his hot, salty juice and swallow it greedily.

His hands lift my chin and he looks down on me, his eyes heavy and his face flushed. I lick my lips, still tasting him.

“Lexi, baaaaaby,” and I stretch up to kiss his mouth.

 *

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