Frenzy

I’m sitting curled up near the head of the bed and he’s lying on his side facing me. He’s playfully pulling the chain attached to my collar, softly pulling it, winding and unwinding it around his hand.

We’re drinking wine, listening to music and talking. I’m relaxed and happy, and I begin to think that we were done fucking, and that this is how we will end. Sexy, friendly and flirtatious. So sophisticated and grown up, I think to myself. We’re naked of course, and I’m working on my third glass of an outstanding Malbec. I’m feeling slightly buzzed and slightly horny.He’s watching me with a lazy smile on his face. Occasionally he takes a sip from my glass. His eyes travel down my body and back up to my face again and again, as if he’s trying to memorize me.

“What are you going to do?” he asks. I laugh, because I know he means how will I be able to deal without our…fireworks. “After a mourning period,” I joke, “I’m sure I…and I trail off. The words dry up in my mouth. We will probably never encounter lovers that replicate the explosive chemistry we have. The insatiable hunger and the orgasmic intensity we’ve experienced together happens once in a lifetime. We will recall each other with a nostalgic sigh years from now, our affair a fading memory. Or will it remain as vivid and immediate as it feels now?
I take another sip of wine and say, “I don’t know and I don’t want to know until the last possible second.”

He sits up takes my glass and puts it on the side table and takes me in his arms. Our kiss feels like a hurricane storming through my veins, a hurricane of fire that ignited a deep and immediate need for him.

My mouth moved to his chin, which I licked and bit softly; to his strong jaw which I lick slowly; to his neck, which I kissed and nibbled and down to his chest; I kissed my way down to his cock and licked my way back up to his abs. He flipped me onto my back and kissed my neck and my breasts and I moaned in protest. I wanted him in my mouth again.

“I’m going to give you what you need,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you ’til you beg for mercy.”

His hand was already between my legs stroking me until my pussy is silky we and my clit is peeking out, straining for relief. Just when I hope he’s going to slide that monster cock into my tight, wet pussy, he slides off the bed instead.
“Where are you going?”

He doesn’t respond, but at the corner of the bed near my left foot he slides his hand under the mattress and pulls something out. He grabs my left ankle and closes a cuff around it. It’s attached to a chain which disappears under the mattress. My hearts starts beating a mile a minute in excitement because I know what this means.

He quickly cuffs my other foot and then both my wrists to either side of the mattress and wraps a chain around my neck, then under me, between my ass cheeks, up between my pussy lips, over my clit and on up the front of my body to the front of my collar and attaches it there. I gasp when he attaches it because its tight. It’s deep in my ass, tight in my pussy, every movement against its cold hardness is sweet torture. Every time I move it tightens and rubs against some soft part of my pussy and ass. He’s leaning over me watching me. I’m splayed out like a letter X on his bed. I pull against the restraints and feel a thrill in my pussy.

“You’re safe, pussy. I won’t let anything happen to you. Anything bad (smile). Remember the safe word,” he whispers, bending over me and softly biting my nipple.

He moves away again and a few seconds later returns to place a cushion under my ass to tilt my pussy upwards and raise my pelvis off the bed so that the restraints are taut and pull on my hands and feet ever so slightly. And the chain. The chain is so tight against me I’m madly writhing against it because it’s touching my clit and I have to come. It’s maddeningly impossible because I’m restrained, but I’m pulling and writhing and yanking, trying to get relief.

“Settle down, you horny little slut,” he smiles.

“I need to come,” I say.
“Be careful what you wish for, pussycat.” He slides his delicious ten inches into me, and we both groan as my pussy twitches and tightens around him. She’s taking him, claiming him.

Then the delicious agony of his sloooow pull out, and omg the chain. He slowly slides in and I feel my ass closing around the chain as it pulls against me. He starts pumping faster, every thrust bouncing me and yanking the restraints and the chain in my pussy. I’m in heaven as he starts thrusting faster and faster, pushing and rubbing and pulling that chain against my tender, hot wetness. I’m feeling so many sensations: his cock hitting that itchy place deep inside me, the chains stroking all my hot spots, the collar pulling my neck, the restraints yanking against my wrists and ankles, I’m breathless and intensely aroused.

I hear his harsh breath as he pumps me hard and steadily, so deeply that I’m just grunting in response. I want him to fuck me like this forever. He pumps me harder and faster and I start coming, moaning and squirting, and he fucks me harder and faster, making me scream (in delight) and squirt again in a spray. He slams through my triple O: Anal, vaginal and clitoral.

He continues fucking me like a piston, his dark pulsing cock slamming in and out of me like a machine, pounding me harder and harder, making me moan and scream and plead: “Yes, yes fuck just like that, fuck me harder, give it to me, oh I love it like that, destroy me….”
He grabs my hips and thrusts tight small thrusts hard into me, really pulling the chain against my pussy, making her grip him tight. making me push and push against him, sending me over the edge in a screaming squirting orgasm that has me thrashing against the restraints.

He continues pumping me, sweat coats his ripped chest and stomach. His face looks hard and focused, his hips never stop. It feels glorious because he’s hitting that spot that makes me purr. I mean my pussy loves being fucked, but there’s that little spot deep inside that when it gets stroked is magic. The spot that loosens your spine and makes you walk with a swing in your hips. The spot that makes you melt like butter against him after you come. That’s the spot that turns your voice into silk velvet when you speak to him. The spot that makes your knees buckle. The spot that’s both itch and scratch. That’s the spot he’s pumping now, with intent fury, and I’m howling with pleasure. I become aware of his iron grip on my hips and his angry thrusts seem to be marking me as well as giving me pleasure. I start screaming with wave after wave of orgasm, my pussy convulsing, my clit straining against him, gushing again, thrashing, and it doesn’t break his furious pace for a second.

He surprises me by stopping suddenly and pulling out. Slowly, because my pussy has a death grip on him. I see his impossibly big tool glistening and dripping from my juices. He uncuffs me and says roughly: “Get on your hands and knees.” Of course, I comply.

He shoves his dick into me from behind and starts pumping me hard immediately. When he pulls on the chain and yanks my neck, I feel a delicious twinge and I push against his cock, scratching that itch until he’s not pumping me anymore, I’m fucking him, squeezing his cock with my pussy until he says, “I want you to sit on my dick. I want to watch your ass while you fuck me.”

He lay down and backed onto him, slowly lowering my hot pussy onto him. I can feel his cock throbbing against my g-spot as I squeeze him, work him, twerk him as he squeezes and slaps my ass. I love twerking him (why did we never do this before?) and when I start to come, he flips me down on my stomach and shoves his cock into me, and continues fucking me in a frenzy.

Even I after I come, howling and screaming, he continues fucking me violently, his arm around my neck. I’m so done I feel like a rag doll. I lay there and mindlessly take it for a few minutes because it feels good, but when I can’t lift my head off the bed to speak, I decide it’s time to give in. It takes me a while and I can barely get the word out:

“Mercy.”

Image: Neotantra Sevilla

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Prepositional

My talent for procrastination knows no bounds. I have a blog post and a book in progress but today this happened instead. Enjoy.

Desire by Monique Dubois via DeviantArt

Photo “Desire” by Monique Dubois via DeviantArt

Cocksicle

  We’re cuddled together dozing, drowsily caressing each other, falling in and out of sleep. Neither of us wants to move.”You’re leaving me tomorrow,” he murmurs into my hair. His arm tightens around me. There’s a trace of incredulity in his voice. I know why. He can’t believe that his cock hasn’t enslaved me. He can’t believe that I’m not constantly blowing up his phone begging for it, willing to do anything, to put up with anything, for more of it. He respects that, but it pisses him off. He’s been showing me exactly how much.

I’m light-headed and the scent of his skin, the scent our bodies conjure together, is intoxicating me. I’m very close to saying that I made a mistake and of course I’ll be seeing him again. I mean, who doesn’t want to have sex like this for the rest of forever? But I yank myself back to reality. He is unavailable, I remind myself. He’s already caused me enough heartache.

Later, when we’re in the shower I can’t help appreciating his lean, well-muscled body and tight ass. I want to lick that muscle on his thigh, his abs, bite his ass…I’m suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to take him in my mouth.  I wait.

Back in the bedroom and in my collar and chain, he sits on the edge of the bed and says quietly: “Drop the towel. Do a full turn. I want to look at you.”

“Ok.” I slowly turn but feel embarrassed. His lips have kissed every inch of my body, but to be looked at so baldly was still uncomfortable. Go figure.

“That just does not happen,” he says, looking at me in admiration.”What?

“What?”

“Those tits, that ass.” he says appreciatively. “It’s either one or the other, not both. Outstanding,” he smiles.

“Thank you,” I’m still embarrassed. “They’re real,” I add. Just in case.

“Oh, I know.” He pulls me to him and wants to get me in bed again but I resist. He looks surprised for a second. I hold his gaze and drop to my knees between his thighs.

I peel away his towel and take his cock in my mouth, and slowly suck the length of him (almost) up and down, getting him slick and wet and hard. I tease that spot, the back of the head where it meets the vein, with my tongue, before sliding his shaft into my mouth as deeply as  I can and swirling my tongue around it. I hear him moan.
He’s sitting on the edge of the the bed and I’m sucking, licking, tasting him, my hand around the base of his cock and my lips and tongue moving more and more rapidly up and down his shaft, tasting every single ridge and vein, making him throb in my mouth.

I build up speed and take him further into my mouth as I relax my throat, and finally his cock hits the back of my throat, sublime; I love that moment, when I’m in the zone and totally into it and can get him as deep as I can. I suck faster, wanting his cock to hit that spot again and again…until he starts moving his hips urgently. I don’t want him to come yet, so I hold him in my mouth for a bit, stroking him with my tongue, feeling him throb and hearing his breathing calm.

I stop sucking briefly to look at and lick his beautiful curved cock. I run my lips up and down his raging hardness before licking him in looong strokes, from base to tip, and swirl my tongue around his glistening head. That curve. That length. I smile as I lick him, recalling all the joy it’s given me. I look up at him and he’s watching me,
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “and so bad.”

His cock starts to twitch and just as I take him in my mouth again I slip my and under him and slip two fingers into his ass. Not too deep, just enough to blow his mind. I feel him tighten, but I wiggle my fingers slightly and keep sucking hard and fast, hoping he won’t remove my hand. He doesn’t.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and starts shoving into me slightly, getting deeper into my throat, grunting with urgency his explosion building and building until I think I might just choke on him but I just think “open” and my throat muscles release and he’s able to fuck my mouth.

“Oh yeah, baby, suck it, take it, eat it…” he whispers.

I moan, feeling arousal in my pussy from watching his gorgeous cock batter me and I moan softly around the mouthful of cock.

His cock gives a violent twitch and he grunts, and groans as he explodes inside my mouth, his cum down my throat and running out the side of my mouth and down onto my chest.

He slips out of my mouth and back onto the bed, breathing hard, and pulls me up onto the bed next to him. He touches my face.

“Did you just deep-throat me?”

“Almost.”

“Oh my god,” he whispers, and dozes off.

I curl up next to him, plotting how to fuck him next. Our time together is almost over and there’s not a moment to waste.

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