The Door

 

Soft. Warm. Wet. Heat. Pleasure…waves of pleasure. More softness, soft wetness, soft flicking, butterfly pressure…heat. Pleasure. Waves of pleasure.

Pure sensation. Suspended in a haze of sensation just beneath full consciousness, pleasure cradles me. That swollen throb of pleasure, that hot itch of desire dissolves into hot wetness as I float on his tongue, pressing against it, seeking the pleasure of that pressure, that friction, that…more, more.

Slowly, the pleasure lifts me into more awareness. Soft pillows and cool sheets surround me. The sole of my foot feels warm smooth skin and muscle. I barely perceive the puzzle of this as that butterfly softness brings me into sharp awareness of my pussy. The butterfly is in my pussy and it’s no butterfly. The pleasure breaks over me again and I become aware of my legs, tensing in response, and Terminator’s head between them, my foot on him as he pursues the delicacies of my clit, and tortures my sweet spot.

I push against his tongue in the throes of greedy pleasure, my back arched as release floods through me. I explode into full consciousness grunting, grinding and screaming, practically fucking his face as I come.

I lie heaving and shaking, my knees akimbo, staring at the ceiling.  I feel Terminator slide off the bed and disappear. He returns and starts cleaning me with a hot washcloth, and the sublime feeling makes elicits a moan of appreciation.

“You were supposed to let me nap undisturbed,” I say (yeah, right). I shake my head at him.

“You looked so sweet and angelic sleeping there, I couldn’t help it,” he jokes.

I actually cackle at this. Sleeping in a naked sprawl on his bed, I may bring many things to mind, but angels ain’t one of them.

He slides next to me on the bed, knocking pillows this way and that. Where did they come from, I wonder.

“I did let you sleep,” says Terminator.

I arch an eyebrow at him.

“Four hours,” he says as if in pain.

“Was it that hard?” I ask.

“You don’t know,” he responds.

I feel it. His desire, our desire swirls around us like a mist. Just being in the same room with him is enough to pop my nipples and make my pussy gooey with anticipation. I can’t explain it anymore than he can explain his nearly constant erection around me.

I close my eyes. We bathed. He bathed me. Tended to my bruises and welts. Washed my hair. Gave me a hot oil massage and put me to bed so I could rest before returning home. The last thing I recall before falling asleep is him surrounding me with fluffy pillows, because I told him my bruises and welts were hurting. Then the oral surprise.

We lay facing each other, perfectly still, not touching, just gazing at each other.

I touched his cheek and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “It’s time,” I say softly.

I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. When I glance over my shoulder he is lying on his back staring at the ceiling. Part of me hopes he will profess undying love and demand that we try a real relationship. Just for a moment.

I splash cold water on my face, adjust my hair and am putting on lipstick when he taps on the door. “I’ll see you downstairs,” he says.

My heart.

I dress quickly (red sundress, black wedges) and as I turn to get my bag and phone I see a beautiful square gift box wrapped in pink and gold paper with a pink bow on the nightstand. Taped to the box is a small square envelope with my name on it. I pick it up and immediately I know what it is. I can’t believe it. I pick up my purse and head downstairs.

Terminator is at the foot of the stairs, his eyes moving over every inch of me as I descend.

“That dress.” he says.

“What’s this?” I ask, indicating the box.

“A token.”

“How did you figure it out?” I ask.

“Research.” he smiles.

We’re at the entryway, the door in front of us, a mirror and table on our right and a small bench against the wall on our left. I turn to check my reflection in the mirror and adjust my dress.

“I called a car for you,” he says. “It’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Ok, thanks,” I say, still fixing my hair. I look up at him and our eyes meet in the mirror, and there is a blaze of heat. I lower my gaze and turn toward the door, but he grabs my hand. The minute our fingers touch, I know. I turn toward him and walk into his embrace.

“Kiss me goodbye,” he whispers into my neck.

The kiss detonates our desire instantly. I feel my pussy melt in response, i feel his hard cock against me and we are, in seconds, completely and mindlessly hungry for each other.

I’m against the front door, he has slipped the dress off my shoulders onto the floor and I kicked it away. He tears my lace panties off like fluff, grabs my leg and lifts it to his waist and slides into my desperate, twitching pussy to the hilt. Glory hallelujah.

“Oh, yes I moan, shifting to get him deeper inside my hot wetness.

There is a honk outside. Then another.

We grind hard into each other in delicious urgency, straining for deeper harder, but silent fuck. I bite his lip in delicious agony, getting his cock just so far but not far enough inside me. I’m whimpering in frustration. His fingers are digging into my thigh so hard his hand feels like iron.

He rears back and plunges deep into me, squashing my ass against the door and almost lifting me off the floor. But he hits it, that spot in my pussy where I need him to stroke, and it’s so good and wet and slick, he’s banging me against the door, ha-ha and we’re moaning grunting like two beasts chasing that sweet, hot wet release.

Knock knock knock

“Hello? Tri-boro Car Service. Picking up a fare for Manhattan.”

Knock knock knock

I felt the door vibrate against my ass. We were so insane for each other, we didn’t stop fucking. Terminator picked up my other leg and continued pounding me against the door a few times.

Knock knock knock

“Hello?”

We keep fucking. It’s too good to stop. We can feel the guy listening, but We don’t care. Terminator pounds me against the door, and I’m in heaven, I forget there’s someone on the other side and I’m moaning and grunting freely.

Knock knock knock.

“We’ll be right out,” Terminator growled.

We sink to the floor to the sound of receding footsteps, and Terminator stays inside me, continuing his delicious pounding of me as he lifts my legs over his shoulders to get as deep inside me as he can. He continues pounding me and I start squirting.

Even as I moan in pleasure and pull him deeper inside me, even as my pussy convulses in delicious hunger around his hot shaft, I can’t believe we’re fucking in his entryway and I’m on the floor on my back totally naked, heels to the ceiling. And I don’t care. All I care about is that his huge gorgeous cock hit that spot deep inside my pussy, and that he keep hitting it until I explode all over him in convulsive ecstasy.

We come screaming, my knees next to my ears and his huge cock tight inside me thrusting in orgasmic spasms.

More honking.

He slides out of me, helps me to my feet and I run to the bathroom to clean up. I run down again and he helps me into my dress. and hands me my things. “These are mine,” he says, picking up my black lace panties off the floor.

We walk out to the car together and he goes to the driver’s window and speaks to him briefly. I see my reflection in the car window and see that my hair looks like I just got laid.

Terminator comes back to me and opens the car door for me. We laugh at the spectacle we just made, and kiss on the cheek.

“Are you sure you want to end this?” He asks as I step into the car.

Patterns. And so.

“Yes I’m sure.” I replay.

“Good luck. Be Happy,” he says.

“You too.”

He closes the door.

My heart.

When the car reaches the end of his tree-lined block, I turn to look out the back window, and I see him standing in the middle of the street, watching after me.

As we drive off  I finally allow myself to cry.

The Gift

From the first time we met Terminator remarked on my perfume and how much he liked it. I never share the name or brand, because it’s my thing. He kept guessing and guessing, wrongly the whole time we were together. Somehow he figured it out because in the box was a large bottle of my favorite perfume, which is about $120. The card said “Always here for you with Love.” and his signature.
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Terminator: Ending Tenderly

After the breakthrough I experienced and the decision I made to end it with the Terminator, I waited a couple of weeks before telling him, to see if I experienced that desire for him that  was so familiar. I wanted to be sure. And really, I was (and am) happy, content and satisfied with Mr. Jones and don’t want anyone else. 
Although class and good manners dictate that I should have broken it off in person, I didn’t want to. I was done and I didn’t want to prolong it.  So I wrote:

Dear —-,

I should be saying this to you in person or on the phone at least, and I’m sorry about that. I wanted to spare us both.What happened between us physically and emotionally was beyond extraordinary (in my experience) and because of that I will never, ever forget you. You brought my body and soul back to life, literally, after a long period of darkness.I wish you all the love and happiness in the world, and I hope that you achieve all your dreams and find the love that you deserve.
Love, —–

The next day he responded:

Just received your message; funny i was just thinking to myself, “wow she hasn’t texted or called me”  I kind of figured this was coming.  I thought i would get the send off with me making u squirt all over my sheets lol.  I’ll miss all the wild things we never got to do; one thing most of all  ;-).  I loved pleasuring every inch of your body and will think about it often. I hope all goes well in your relationship, I’m always happy to see someone find love.
I love u and will miss u always.


It’s been over a month, and I am sure I made the right decision. J and I are closer and more passionate than ever (we couldn’t wait but of course, we play protected); and when I think of Terminator, and I do — it’s not with yearning or desire, but with sweet nostalgia.  He was a beautiful way to get to learn what I needed to learn.

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Terminator: Reunion

A nor’easter — a blizzard with hurricane-force winds was fast approaching. The forecast said it would start Friday afternoon and tear through most of the city.  The storm started earlier than expected that Friday morning with freezing rain. It was a miserable day. A day to make a hot soup and stay in.

I ran around getting dressed like a crazy person, my casual sexy outfit changed to blizzard wear, because I was going — despite the distance and the weather — to meet the Terminator. It had been a month since I had had sex and I couldn’t take it anymore. I broke down and emailed him and here we were, meeting a few days later.

Suddenly my phone trilled with a text alert. It was him, offering to cancel if I wanted to because of the weather. “I haven’t been laid in a month,” I responded. “Hell no.” I’m not exactly coy.  I was concerned about being able to get there and back before the storm got seriously bad. Our meeting would have to be brief, and I was annoyed. Brief for us is 2 to 3 hours. Normal is 4 and up. But I digress. I slipped into my snow gear and hurried out into the cold.

Terminator opened the door and kissed me hello. He helped me hang up my wet things and as he followed me up the stairs, I turned to glance at him and his eyes were on my ass and legs. We were chatted about the email in which I sent him explaining that I had permission to fuck around. He asked me how long I had waited before contacting him.

“A month” I responded.

“A month isn’t bad,” he said, laughing.

“Shut up,” I said, laughing too. He took me in his arms and started kissing me, as we sank onto the bed. We took our time, making out, hugging, holding each other, nuzzling, biting each other, inhaling and really appreciating each other. After all, we both thought the last time was the last time.

I smiled as he lay me on the bed and carefully undressed me, kissing my body as he went. Soft kisses at the base of my throat, trailing down to my belly-button as he undid my blouse. Soft licks and kisses to the inside of my wrist, elbow and shoulder as he removed my blouse. Then my mouth again, as he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He slid off my pants and panties, and then…

His smooth cheek against my inner thigh as he bends to kiss my pussy. He licks me softly, teasing the pleasure, the desire, out of me, becoming more insistent as my hips moved against him, seeking more pleasure. His lips surround my clit and stay there, while his tongue softly teases harder and more insistently until I explode, grinding against him, moaning, panting, and screaming. Oh yeah.

We kissed and I tasted myself on his lips. He got in bed with me and our limbs tangled around each other in the afterglow. The snow was falling heavily outside, but we were all warm and cozy. We smiled and laughed. “So I get you for six months,” he said. “What am I going to do with you for six months?”
“Anything you want,” I said. Pretty much. He knows what my limits are and I trust him with that.

“We’re going to be seeing each other more often now”, he said, kissing my neck, my breasts.
“Is that a fact?” I say. He smiles. We have six months to play and we’re going to make the most of it.

His long beautiful cock slides into me and pussy sucks him in like she’s been waiting for him for ages. We start fucking slowly, aware of every move and sensation, incredulous at how amazingly good it feels. As he slides more deeply into me, I can’t get over how good it feels, how amazing yet how right, a combination of satisfaction and hunger. Oh yes, yes. More. Deeper. Harder. Yes ooohhhh yes.  I’m on a cloud of horny bliss as he starts pounding me (how I needed it, god!) and we’re moaning, howling together it’s so good, when he stops pumping and says:

“What are you thinking right now?”

What? What the fuck????  I hope the total panic I feel isn’t noticeable on my face. “That you belong inside me,” I say. True enough. He says nothing (interesting), and we continue fucking, amazingly as always.

But haven’t we talked about this? Aren’t we agreed that it can’t work between us??? Isn’t he still fucking other women? Hell there was a box someone’s perfume on the bureau across the room (this had never happened before. there was never a trace of anyone else in the house). And he’s asking me what I’m thinking? Why? And if he does want something more serious, why not come out and say it? He knows how I feel, I never hid it from him.  I have six months to figure it out.

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